I Sing of a maiden That is makeles; King of alle kinges To her son she ches. He cam also stille Ther His moder was, As dew in Aprille That falleth on the gras. He cam also stille To His moderes bowr, As dew in Aprille That falleth on the flowr. He cam also stille Ther His moder lay, As dew in Aprille That falleth on the spray. Moder and maiden Was never none but she; Wel may swich a lady Godes moder be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONGS FOR THE PEOPLE by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER ASTRONOMY by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN FUZZY-WUZZY' (SOUDAN EXPEDITIONARY FORCE) by RUDYARD KIPLING OUR LADY'S LULLABY by RICHARD ROWLANDS TO - (3) by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY OUR WEAKNESS by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS GOLDEN HILL by HAMILTON FISH ARMSTRONG A CONCLUSORIE HUMNE TO THE SAME WEEK; & FOR MY FRIEND by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |