The Maiden’s Song
Medieval Lyric, Poet Unknown
The maidens came when I was in my mother’s bower.
I had all that I would.
The bailey beareth the bell away;
The lily, the rose, the rose I lay.
The silver is white, red is the gold;
The robes they lay in fold.
The bailey beareth the bell away;
The lily, the rose, the rose I lay.
And through the glass window shines the sun.
How should I love, and I so young?
The bailey beareth the bell away;
The lily, the rose, the rose I lay.
Griega Castles very cool poem Clay
Soft waves lap
Where once blood flowed
Sweet scents arise
Where once death stalked
His pleasure ground
Swans now glide
In swathes of silk
As daffodils clarion the call of Spring
Lovely Spring poem
Thanks for sharing
