CAMELOT FANTASIES

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.

Very pretty ❣

Griega Castles very cool poem Clay

thanks lady Divine.

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

Good