Poem by Geoffrey Chaucer, read by Helge Kokeritz
Video by Jim Clark
O yonge fresshe folkes, he or she,
In which that love up groweth with your age,
Repeyreth hoom from worldly vanitee,
And of your herte up-casteth the visage
To thilke god that after his image
Yow made, and thinketh al nis but a fayre
This world, that passeth sone as floures fayre.And loveth him, the which that right for love
Upon a cros, our soules for to beye,
First starf, and roos, and sit in hevene a-bove;
For he nil falsen no wight, dar I seye,
That wol his herte al hoolly on him leye.
And sin he best to love is, and most meke,
What nedeth feyned loves for to seke?
I often find these animations of poet’s portraits rather creepy, but this one works for me. My only criticism concerns the superimposition of large, obnoxious copyright credits at the beginning and end, which together mar nearly a third of the video. I’m not sure why someone would go to all the trouble to create an animation like this only to deface the result.