I sing of a maiden <br />That is makeles; <br />King of all kings <br />To her son she ches. <br /> <br />He came al so still <br />There his mother was, <br />As dew in April <br />That falleth on the grass. <br /> <br />He came al so still <br />To his mother's bour, <br />As dew in April, <br />That falleth on the flour. <br /> <br />He came al so still <br />There his mother lay, <br />As dew in April <br />That falleth on the spray. <br /> <br />Mother and maiden <br />Was never none but she; <br />Well may such a lady <br />Goddes mother be.<br /><br />Anonymous Olde English<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/carol-5/
