Classic Poem

Upon my right side I me lay,
Blessid Lady, to thee I pray,
For the teres that ye leete
Upon your swete Sones feete,
Send me grace for to slepe
And good dremes for to mete,
Sleping, waking, til morowe-day bee.
Our Lord is the frute, our Lady is the tree;
Blessid be the blossom that sprang, Lady, of thee!
In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti