Lullay! lullay! lytel Child, myn owyn dere fode, How xalt Thou sufferin be nayled on the rode. So blyssid be the tyme! Lullay! lullay! lytel Child, myn owyn dere smerte, How xalt thou sufferin the scharp spere to Thi herte? So blyssid be the tyme! Lullay! lullay! lytel Child, I synge all for Thi sake, Many on is the scharpe to Thi body is schape. So blyssid be the tyme! Lullay! lullay! lytel Child, fayre happis the befalle, How xalt Thou sufferin to drynke ezyl and galle? So blyssid be the tyme! Lullay! lullay lytel Child. I synge al beforn How xalt Thou sufferin the scharpe garlong of thorn? So blyssid be the tyme! Lullay! lullay! lytel Child, gwy wepy Thou so sore, Thou art bothin God and man, gwat woldyst Tou be more? So blyssid be the tyme! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE TREES by HAYDEN CARRUTH LOVE'S MIRACLE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SLEEPING TOGETHER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: TENNESSEE CLAFLIN SHOPE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE AWAKENING by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |