A Baby is born, us bliss to bring; A maiden I heard loudly sing: "Dear son, now leave thy weeping, Thy fader is the king of bliss." "Nay, dear mother, for you weep I not, But for things that shall be wrought Before that I have mankind i-bought, Was never pain like it, I wis." "Peace, dear son, say thou me not so! Thou art my child, I have no mo. Alas that I should see this woe, It were to me great heaviness." "My hands, modere, that ye now see, They shall be nailed on a tree; My feet also fastened shall be -- Full many shall weep that it shall see." "Alas! dear son, sorrow now is my hap To see my child that sucks my pap So rwthfully taken out of my lap, It were to me great heaviness." "Also, modere, there shall a spear My tender heart all to-tear, The blood shall keuyre my body there, Great rwthe it shall be to see." Deo patri sit gloria . . . "Ah, dear son, that is a heavy case; When Gabriel knelt before my face And say: "Hail Lady full of grace,' He never told me nothing of this." Gloria tibi domine . . . "Dear modere, peace, now I you pray, And take no sorrow for what I say; But sing this song: "bye, bye, lowlay,' To drive away all heaviness." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BATTLE SONG by EBENEZER ELLIOTT HIS SAVIOURS WORDS, GOING TO THE CROSSE by ROBERT HERRICK A DROP OF DEW by ANDREW MARVELL CLORINDA AND DAMON by ANDREW MARVELL FOR 'OUR LADY OF THE ROCKS' (BY LEONARDO DA VINCI) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE CASTLE BY THE SEA by JOHANN LUDWIG UHLAND I DREAM I'M LEAVING by MARGARET AHO SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 31. A QUESTION by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |