Anonymous

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I SING of a maiden
   That is makeles;
King of all kings
   To her son she ches.
 
He came al so still
   There his mother was,
As dew in April
   That falleth on the grass.
 
He came al so still
   To his mother’s bour,
As dew in April
   That falleth on the flour.
 
He came al so still
   There his mother lay,
As dew in April
   That falleth on the spray.
 
Mother and maiden
   Was never none but she;
Well may such a lady
   Goddes mother be.

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