I Sing of a maiden That is makeles; King of alle kinges To her son she ches. He cam also stille Ther His moder was, As dew in Aprille That falleth on the gras. He cam also stille To His moderes bowr, As dew in Aprille That falleth on the flowr. He cam also stille Ther His moder lay, As dew in Aprille That falleth on the spray. Moder and maiden Was never none but she; Wel may swich a lady Godes moder be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 26 by JAMES JOYCE TO A DEAD LOVER by LOUISE BOGAN PURSUIT OF THE WORD by ROBERT FROST ON THE PROPOSAL TO ERECT A MONUMENT IN ENGLAND TO LORD BYRON by EMMA LAZARUS AUTUMN SONG by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |