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For the Carmina Burana, see the introductory essay on goliardic poetry (i.e., the recreational poetry of medieval clerics) in Edward Blodgett and Arthur Swanson's translation, The Love Songs of the Carmina Burana (1987).

Mother sits beside thee smiling: Sleep, my darling, tenderly! If thou sleep not, mother mourneth, Singing as her wheel she turneth: Come, soft slumber, balmily.

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