Author Geoffrey Chaucer About his chair there wenten white alauns, Twenty and more, as great as any steer, To hunten at the lion or the deer, And followed him, with muzzle fast y-bound, Coloured with gold, and torettes filed around. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 2 (2 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments