I Sing Of A Maiden

I sing of a maiden

that is makèles:

King of all kings

to her son she ches.

He came al so stille

there his moder was,

As dew in Aprille

that falleth on the grass.

He came al so stille

to his moder bour,

As dew in Aprille

that falleth on the flour.

He came al so stille

there his moder lay,

As dew in Aprille

that falleth on the spray.

Moder and mayden

was never none but she;

Well may such a lady

Goddes moder be.