Letter to a virgin
Dear virgin, primrose of the heavens bright.
Fair lady, the world detest thy awe.
Even as I these weeping lines write.
I'll speak good of thee against any law.
Virgin, all bright all beauty endowed.
Here I in total submission fall.
With my mortal head tearfully bowed.
I await thy heavenly call.
Thy head is diademed with gold.
Thy robes white as snow.
Like the sun thy face is bright to behold.
I just thought you should know.
Fair lady, God's favoured handmaiden.
Queen of saints, Queen of heaven.
Save us, o mother rich in grace,
Save us from death's hideous face.
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