Poem for the day

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
d's mother be