Classic Poem

The Virgin stills the crying
Of Jesus, sleepless lying;
And, singing for his pleasure,
Thus calls upon her treasure:
My darling, do not weep;
My Jesu, sleep.

O lamb, my love inviting,
O star, my soul delighting,
O flower of my own bearing,
O jewel past comparing,
My darling, do not weep;
My Jesu, sleep.

My child, of might indwelling,
My sweet, all sweets excelling,
Of bliss the fountain flowing,
The day-spring ever glowing,
My darling, do not weep;
My Jesu, sleep

My joy, my exultation,
My spirit's consolation,
My son, my Lord, my brother,
Oh listen to thy mother;
My darling, do not weep:
My Jesu, sleep.

Say, wouldst thou heavenly sweetness?
Or love, or answering meekness?
Or is fit music wanting?
O angels, raise your chaunting!
My darling, do not weep:
My Jesu, sleep.