Lullay my liking, my dear son, my sweeting; Lullay my dear heart, mine own dear darling! I saw a fair maiden Sitten and sing; She lulled a little child, A sweet lording: Lullay my liking, my dear son, my sweeting; Lullay my dear heart, mine own dear darling! That eternal lord is he That made all thing; Of all lords he is Lord, Of all kings king. There was mickle melody At that childs birth: Although they were in heaven's bliss They made mickle mirth. Angels bright they sang that night And saiden to that child "Blessed be thou, and so be she That is both meek and mild." Pray we now to that child, And to his mother dear, God grant them all his blessing That now maken cheer. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE WOMAN'S GENITALS by HAYDEN CARRUTH ON BEING ASKED TO WRITE A POEM AGAINST THE WAR IN VIETNAM by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE PASSING OF THE EX-SLAVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON AN EXPLANATION by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON EARTH IS ENOUGH by EDWIN MARKHAM MONODY ON THE DEATH OF WILLIAM MARION REEDY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TOWARD THE GULF; DEDICATED TO THEODORE ROOSEVELT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |