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When in April the sweet showers fall
And pierce the drought of March to the root, and allThe veins are bathed in liquor of such power
As brings about the engendering of the flowerWhen also Zephyrs with his sweet breath
Exhales an air in every grove and heathUpon the tender shoots, and the young sunHis half-course in the sign of the Ram has runAnd the small fowl are making melody
That sleep away the night with open eyeSo Nature pricks them and their heart engages
Then people long to go on pilgrimagesAnd palmers long to seek the stranger strandsOf far-off saints, hallowed in sundry landsAnd specially, from every shire's end In England, down to Canterbury they wendTo seek the holy blissful martyr, quick 
To give his help to them when they were sick

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