For this Feast of the Annunciation we will go back to a poem written in 1400 honoring
her privilege. It is called, “I Sing of a Maiden’” and it started like this in its original version:
“I syng of a mayden that is makeles. King of alle kings to here sone che chees.”
It’s Modern English version goes like this:
I sing of a maiden that is makeless, King of all kings for her son she chose.
He came as still where his mother was as dew in April that falls on the grass.
He came as still to his
mother’s bower as dew in April that falls on the flower.
He came as still where his mother lay as dew in April that falls on the spay.
Mother and maiden there was never none but she. Well may such a lady God’s mother be.
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