Nowel! nowel! nowel! Nowel! nowel! nowel! Out of your slepe arise and wake, For God mankind nowe hath itake, All of a maide without eny make, Of all women she bereth the belle, Nowel! And thorwe a maide, faire and wis, Now man is made of full grete pris: Now angelis knelen to mannis servis; And at this time all this befell, Nowel! Now man is brighter than the sonne; Now man in Heven on hie shall wone; Blessed be God, this game is begonne, And his moder Emperesse of helle, Nowel! That ever was thralle, now is he free; That ever was smalle, now grete is she; Now shall God deme bothe thee and me Unto his blisse, if we do well, Nowel! Now man may to Heven wende, Now Heven and erthe to him they bende: He that was foo, now is oure frende. This is no nay that I yowe telle, Nowel! Now blessed brother, graunte us grace A Domesday to se thy face, And in thy courte to have a place, That we mow there singe, "Nowel', Nowel! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RIVALS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON BOOTH'S PHILIPPI by EDGAR LEE MASTERS OCTAVES: 2 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON BUCOLIC COMEDY: KING COPHETUA AND THE BEGGAR MAID by EDITH SITWELL |