Lollai, lollai, litil Child, Whi wepis Thou so sore? Nedes mostou wepe Hit was iyarkid the yore Ever to lib in sorrow And sich and mourne evere, As thine eldren did er this Whil hi alwes were. Lollai, lollai, litil Child, Child, lolai lullow Into uncouth world I commen so ertow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MUSIC by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE IMPOSSIBLE INDISPENSIBILITY OF THE ARS POETICA by HAYDEN CARRUTH TRANSLUCENT FINGERS by MALCOLM COWLEY THE WAR THAT ISN'T WHAT YOU THINK by JAMES GALVIN THE HARD TIMES IN ELFLAND; A STORY OF CHRISTMAS EVE by SIDNEY LANIER |