The Birds' Rondel

British|Geoffrey Chaucer

Now welcome, summer, with thy sunshine soft,

This wintry weather thou wilt overtake,

And drive away the night so long and black!

Saint Valentine, thou who art crowned aloft,

The little birds are singing for thy sake;

Now welcome, summer, with thy sunshine soft,

This wintry weather thou wilt overtake.

They have good reason to be glad, and oft,

Since each has found his mate in bush and brake.

O blissfully they sing when they awake;

Now welcome, summers with thy sunshine soft,

This wintry weather thou wilt overtake,

And drive away the night so long and black!