Charles d'Orléans

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Le Temps a laissié son manteau

Le temps a laissié son manteau
De vent, de froidure et de pluye,
Et s’est vestu de brouderie,
De soleil luyant, cler et beau.

Il n’y a beste, ne oyseau,
Qu’en son jargon ne chante ou crie :
Le temps a laissié son manteau !
De vent, de froidure et de pluye.

Riviere, fontaine et ruisseau
Portent, en livree jolie,
Gouttes d’argent, d’orfavrerie,
Chascun s’abille de nouveau :
Le temps a laissié son manteau.

The Weather has left his Coat

The Weather has left his Coat
Of wind, cold, and freezing rain,
And put on fair embroidery
Of shining sun, clear and warm.

No beasts no birds but sing and shout
Happily in their own language:
The Weather has left his coat
Of wind, cold, and freezing rain.

Clear fountains, rivers, and brooks
Wear on their finest liveries
Silver drops and golden threads;
Everyone clad in fresh garments:
The weather has left his coat