In Honour of Whan That April Day

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In honour of Whan That April Day ( http://chaucerhathblog.livejournal.com/45500.html)

I bring you a poem from the Carmina Burana.

Stetit puella
rufa tunica;
si quis eam tetigit,
tunica crepuit
eia!

Stetit puella,
tamquam rosula;
facie splenduit,
os eius floruit
eia!

A girl stood in a scarlet dress;
if anyone touched it, the dress rustled.
Eia!

A girl stood like a little rose-tree;
Her face shone and her mouth bloomed.
Eia!