24.06.2007, 10:59
'Twas high mid-spring, when thou wert here on earth,
Chaucer, and the new world was just begun;
For thee 'twas pastime and immortal mirth
To work and dream beneath the pleasant sun,
Full glorious were the hearty ways of man,
And God above was great and wise and good,
Thy soul sufficient for its earthly span,
Thy body brave and full of dancing blood.
Such was thy faith, O master! We believe
Neither in God, humanity, nor self;
Even the votaries of place and pelf
Pass by firm-footed, while we build and weave
With doubt and restless care. Too well we see
The drop of life lost in eternity.
Chaucer, and the new world was just begun;
For thee 'twas pastime and immortal mirth
To work and dream beneath the pleasant sun,
Full glorious were the hearty ways of man,
And God above was great and wise and good,
Thy soul sufficient for its earthly span,
Thy body brave and full of dancing blood.
Such was thy faith, O master! We believe
Neither in God, humanity, nor self;
Even the votaries of place and pelf
Pass by firm-footed, while we build and weave
With doubt and restless care. Too well we see
The drop of life lost in eternity.