Madonna, Madonna, Sat by the gray roadside, Saint Joseph her beside, And Our Lord at her breast; Oh they were fain to rest, Mary and Joseph and Jesus, All by the gray roadside. She said, Madonna Mary, "I am hungry, Joseph, and weary, All in the desert wide." Then bent a tall palm-tree Its branches low to her knee; "Behold," the palm-tree said, "My fruit that shall be your bread." So were they satisfied, Mary and Joseph and Jesus, All by the gray roadside. From Herod they were fled Over the desert wide, Mary and Joseph and Jesus, In Egypt to abide: Mary and Joseph and Jesus, In Egypt to abide. The blessed Queen of Heaven Her own dear Son hath given For my son's sake; his sleep Is safe and sweet and deep. Lully . . . Lulley. . . . So may you sleep alway, My baby, my dear son: Amen, Amen, Amen. My baby, my dear son. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CELEBRATION by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS A VALEDICTION: FORBIDDING MOURNING by JOHN DONNE THE WRECK OF THE DEUTSCHLAND by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS ON CATULLUS by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR SONNET: 9 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE PROUD MISS MACBRIDE; A LEGEND OF GOTHAM by JOHN GODFREY SAXE WINGS AT DAWN by JOSEPH AUSLANDER ON THE AMOROUS AND PATHETIC STORY OF ARCADIUS AND SEPHA by L. B. THE AFFECTIONATE SHEPHERD; OR COMPLAINT OF DAPHNIS by RICHARD BARNFIELD |