An Angel Unawares

Ye gave me your broken meat And of your lees o' wine, That I should sit and sing for you All at your banquet fine. Ye gave me shelter from the storm And straw to make my bed, And let me sleep through the wild night With cattle in the shed. Ye know not from what lordly feast Hither I come this night, Nor to what lodging with the stars From hence I take my flight. But there's such wine that warms my blood As yet you never knew, So that I heed not wet nor cold, Nor rags the winds blow through. If I might sing the song I heard Ere I came to your door, Ye should set down the brimming cup Nor heed the banquet more. Ye may not hear the songs I hear, Nor share the feast o' mine, To whom ye gave your broken meat And of your lees o' wine.