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| | Squire's Tale E-book by Geoffrey Chaucer |
 | | Amidst a dry, dead tree, as white as chalk, As Canace was playing in her walk, There sat a falcon overhead full high, That in a pitiful voice began to cry, rill all the wood resounded mournfully. |
 | | This king's fair daughter, Princess Canace, Who on her finger bore the magic ring Whereby she understood well everything That any bird might in his language say, And in such language could reply straightway, She understood well what this falcon said, And of her pity well-nigh was she dead. |
 | | Now Canace dug herbs more rich than pelf Out of the ground, and made up ointments new Of precious herbs, all beautiful of hue, Wherewith to heal this hawk; from day to night She nursed her carefully with all her might. |
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