Transport for LondonPoem for the day
'I sing of a maiden'
I sing of a maiden
that is makeles
King of all kings
to her son she chose
he came also still
there his mother was
as dew in April
that falleth on the grass
he came still
to his mothers bower
as dew in April
that falleth on the flower
he came also still
there his mother lay
as dew in April
that falleth in the spray
mother and maiden
was never none but she
well may such a lady
God's mother be
that is makeles
King of all kings
to her son she chose
he came also still
there his mother was
as dew in April
that falleth on the grass
he came still
to his mothers bower
as dew in April
that falleth on the flower
he came also still
there his mother lay
as dew in April
that falleth in the spray
mother and maiden
was never none but she
well may such a lady
God's mother be
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