"He neither shall be rocked
In silver nor in gold,
But in a wooden cradle
That rocks on the mould.
"He neither shall be christened
In white wine nor in red,
But with fair spring-water
With which we were christenéd."
THE MATCHLESS MAIDEN.
I sing of a maiden
That is makeless;[F]
King of all kings
To her son she ches;[G]
He came also[H] still
There His mother was,
As dew in April
That falleth on the grass.
He came also still
To His mother's bower,
As dew in April
That falleth on the flower.
He came also 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
God's mother be.