The Season Has Shed Its Cloak

Poem by Charles D'Orléans Collection RondeauxPeriod 15th centuryPrint

The season has shed its cloak
Of wind, of cold and of rain,
And has dressed itself in embroidery,
Of shining sun, clear and fair.

There is no beast, nor bird,
That in its tongue does not sing or cry
The season has shed its cloak
Of wind, of cold and of rain.

River, fountain and stream
Wear, in lovely livery,
Drops of silver, of goldsmith’s work;
Each one dresses anew
The season has shed its cloak.

Charles D’Orléans

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