
There stood in heaven a linden tree,
But, though, ‘twas honey-laden,
The angels cried: ‘No bloom shall be
Like that of one fair maiden.'
Sped Gabriel on wingéd feet,
And passed through bolted portals
In Nazareth, a maid to greet,
Blessed o'er all other mortals.
‘Hail Mary!' cried the angel mild,
‘Of womankind the fairest:
A maiden ay shalt thou be styled,
Although a babe thou bearest.'
‘But how should I a mother be
While yet a maid remaining?
No man with love hath looked on me:
‘Tis strange past all explaining!'
‘Most noble queen, no man on earth
Shall share in thy conceiving:
Thou shalt by God be brought to birth,
The Holy Ghost receiving.'
‘So be it!' God's handmaid gan cry,
‘According to thy telling.'
To heaven the angel then did fly,
To his celestial dwelling.
This news filled all the heavens with glee:
‘Twas passed from one to other
That ‘twas Mary, and none but she,
That God would call his mother.
--- Traditional fifteenth-century carol
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