Grey with all honours of age! but fresh-featured and ruddy <br />As dawn when the drowsy farm-yard has thrice heard Chaunticlere. <br />Tender to tearfulness--childlike, and manly, and motherly; <br />Here beats true English blood richest joyance on sweet English <br />ground.<br /><br />George Meredith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-poetry-of-chaucer/
