Thought I'd tack on my take on the first poem of the thread, which, despite its title, would be considered a rondel today:
Rondeau
Springtime has shed its heavy gear
Of wind and frost and freezing rain,
And dons embroidered clothes with grain
Like sunlight, beautiful and clear.
No beast or bird bombards my ear
Without a gloss on this refrain:
Springtime has shed its heavy gear
For wind and frost and freezing rain.
The rivers, springs and streams appear
In splendid garments that attain
The brilliance of a silver chain.
All decked out for another year,
Springtime has shed its heavy gear.
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