The Miller, Pardoner and the Wife of Bath,
Among the sundry other pilgrims on
Their way to Canterbury, rode a path
Of immortality, and though they’re gone
(Or never were indeed), what Chaucer did
Imagining them, undying now in verse,
Will never be forgotten (God forbid!)
Since each new generation will rehearse
And relish what may seem like history
But flowed from an imagination steeped
With lore and colored by rich fantasy
So when well read, off from the page it leaped,
And now and ever after will delight
Our hearts and our imaginings excite.
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