I sing of a maiden
Who is matchless;
Man of all men
For her king she chose.

She came all so strong
Where he working was,
As sun in April
That pierceth through the grass.

She came with strong song
At his working hour,
As sun in April
That opens every flower.

She sang her strong song
Till his hammer lay,
And he looked full long
Through the lasting day,

Till maiden lover,
And song and sun,
Were his discovery
Till night was done.

Lover and maiden
Was never none but she;
Well may such a woman
Manhood’s glory be.