"Ah, my dear Son," said Mary, "ah, my dear, Kiss Thy mother, Jesu, with a laughing cheer!" This endnes night I saw a sight All in my sleep, Mary, that May, she sang lullay And sore did weep; To keep, she sought, full fast about Her Son from cold. Joseph said, Wife, my joy, my life, Say what ye would. Nothing, my spouse, is in this house Unto my pay; My Son a king, that made all thing, Lieth in hay. "Ah, my dear Son," said Mary, "ah, my dear, Kiss Thy mother, Jesu, with a laughing cheer!" My mother dear, amend your cheer And now be still Thus for to lie it is soothly My Father's will. Derision, great passion, Infinitely, As it is found many a wound Suffer shall I; On Calvary that is so high There shall I be. Man to restore, nailed full sore Upon a tree. "Ah, my dear Son." said Mary, "ah, my dear, Kiss Thy mother, Jesu, with a laughing cheer!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FIDDLING WOOD by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET I'VE NOTHING TO OFFER by DAVID IGNATOW THE RING AND THE CASTLE by AMY LOWELL IN WALKED BUD WITH A PALETTE by CLARENCE MAJOR THE DUNES OF INDIANA by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |