Nowel! nowel! nowel! Nowel! nowel! nowel! Out of your slepe arise and wake, For God mankind nowe hath itake, All of a maide without eny make, Of all women she bereth the belle, Nowel! And thorwe a maide, faire and wis, Now man is made of full grete pris: Now angelis knelen to mannis servis; And at this time all this befell, Nowel! Now man is brighter than the sonne; Now man in Heven on hie shall wone; Blessed be God, this game is begonne, And his moder Emperesse of helle, Nowel! That ever was thralle, now is he free; That ever was smalle, now grete is she; Now shall God deme bothe thee and me Unto his blisse, if we do well, Nowel! Now man may to Heven wende, Now Heven and erthe to him they bende: He that was foo, now is oure frende. This is no nay that I yowe telle, Nowel! Now blessed brother, graunte us grace A Domesday to se thy face, And in thy courte to have a place, That we mow there singe, "Nowel', Nowel! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SICILIAN EMIGRANT'S SONG by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS NIGHTMARE, FR. IOLANTHE by WILLIAM SCHWENCK GILBERT THE DYING WORDS OF STONEWALL JACKSON by SIDNEY LANIER SUNKEN GOLD by EUGENE JACOB LEE-HAMILTON THE SWAMP ANGEL by HERMAN MELVILLE THE CREMATION OF SAM MCGEE by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE AN EPIGRAM ON SCOLDING by JONATHAN SWIFT |