"I sing of a maiden"

I sing of a maiden
   That is makeless.
King of all kinges
    To her son she ches.

He came all so stille
   There his mother was
As dew in Aprille
   That falleth on grass.

He came all so stille
   To his mother’s bower
As dew in Aprille
   That falleth on the flower.

He came all so stille
   There his mother lay,
As dew in Aprille
   That falleth on the spray.

Mother and maiden
    Was never none but she;
Well may such a lady
    Godès mother be!

                           —Anonymous (15th c.)

makeless = matchless, perfect, mateless

ches = chose