A Rondel of Merciless Beauty
By Geoffrey Chaucer
Your two great eyes will slay me suddenly
Their beauty shakes me who was once serene
Straight through my heart the wound is quick and keen
Only your word will heal the injury
To my hurt heart, while yet the wound is clean
Your two great eyes will slay me suddenly
Their beauty shakes me who was once serene
Upon my word, I tell you faithfully
Through life and after death you are my queen
For with my death the whole truth shall be seen
Your two great eyes will slay me suddenly
Their beauty shakes me who was once serene
Straight through my heart the wound is quick and keen