“Thou saw’st thy child y-slain before thine eyen, And yet now lives my little child, parfay: 1666 Now, lady bright, to whom the woeful cryen, Thou glory of womanhood, thou fairë may, 1667 Thou haven of refuge, bright star of day, Rue 1668 on my child, that of thy gentleness Ruest on every rueful 1669 in distress.