The maidens came When I was in my mothers bower. I hade all that I wolde. The baily berith the bell away, The lilly, the rose, the rose I lay, The silver is whit, red is the golde, The robes thay lay in fold; The baily berith the bell away, The lilly, the rose, the rose I lay; And through the glasse window Shines the sone. How shuld I love and I so young? The baily berith the bell away, The lilly, the rose, the rose I lay. For to report it were now tedius: We will therfor now sing no more Of the games joyous. Right mighty and famus Elizabeth, our quen princis, Prepotent and eke victorius, Vertuos and bening, Lett us pray all To Christ Eternall, Which is the hevenly King, After ther liff grant them A place eternally to sing. Amen. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EMILY SPARKS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: LAMBERT HUTCHINS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS PORTRAIT OF ONE DEAD by CONRAD AIKEN CONTRA MORTEM: THE WATER by HAYDEN CARRUTH OVID, OLD BUDDY, I WOULD DISCOURSE WITH YOU A WHILE by HAYDEN CARRUTH SONG OF THE WAVE by ROBERT FROST |