PRAISE A FAIR DAY AT NIGHT U 



When almost ended was the month of May, 

 And I had roamed, throughout the summer's day, 

 Along the meadow green, whereof I told, 

 The freshly springing daisy to behold, 

 And when the sun declined from south to west, 

 And closed was this fair flower, and gone to rest 

 For fear of darkness that she held in dread, 

 Home to my house full hastily I sped; 

 And, in a little garden of my own, 

 Well-benched with fresh-cut turf, with grass 



o'ergrown, 



I bade that men my couch should duly make; 

 For daintiness and for the summer's sake, 

 I bade them strew fresh blossoms o'er my bed. 



GEOFFREY CHAUCER. 

 (Prologue of The Legend of Good 



A Flower Garden 



Tell me, ye Zephyrs, that unfold, 

 While fluttering o'er this gay Recess, 

 Pinions that fanned the teeming mould 



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