THE COMPLAINT OF TROILUS
by: Geoffrey Chaucer (1342?-1400)
POEMS BY GEOFFREY CHAUCER
- ' PALEYS
, whylom croune of houses alle,
- Enlumined with sonne of alle blisse!
- O ring, fro which the ruby is out-falle,
- O cause of wo, that cause hast been of lisse! 
- Yet, sin I may no bet, fayn wolde I kisse
- Thy colde dores, dorste I for this route;
- And fare-wel shryne, of which the seynt is oute!'
- Fro thennesforth he rydeth up and down,
- And every thing com him to remembraunce
- As he rood forth by places of the town
- In whiche he whylom hadde al his plesaunce.
- 'Lo, yond saugh I myn owene lady daunce;
- And in that temple, with hir eyen clere,
- My caughte first my righte lady dere.
- And yonder have I herd ful lustily
- My dere herte laughe, and yonder pleye
- Saugh I hir ones eek ful blisfully.
- And yonder ones to me gan she seye,
- "Now good swete, love me wel, I preye."
- And yond so goodly gan she me biholde,
- That to the deeth myn herte is to hir holde.
- And at that corner, in the yonder hous,
- Herde I myn alderlevest  lady
- So wommanly, with voys melodious,
- Singen so wel, so goodly, and so clere,
- That in my soule yet me thinketh I here
- The blisful soun; and, in that yonder place,
- My lady first me took un-to hir grace.'
- 'O sterre, of which I lost have al the light,
- With herte soor wel oughte I to bewayle,
- That ever derk in torment, night by night,
- Toward my deeth with wind in stere I sayle;
- For which the tenthe night if that I fayle
- The gyding of thy bemes brighte an houre,
- My ship and me Caribdis wol devoure.'
alderlevest: dearest of all