Gostly fader, I me confesse, First to God and then to you, That at a window -- wot ye how? -- I stale a cosse of grete sweteness, Which don was out aviseness; But hit is doon not undoon now. My gostly fader, I me confesse, First to God and then to you. But I restore it shall doubtless Agein, if so be that I mow; And that to God I make a vow And elles I axe foryefness. y gostly fader, I me confesse, First to God and then to you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AURENG-ZEBE, OR THE GREAT MOGUL: PROLOGUE by JOHN DRYDEN ARIZONA POEMS: 2. MEXICAN QUARTER by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER LOVE IS LIKE A DIZZINESS by JAMES HOGG CHARLIE MACHREE by WILLIAM JAMES HOPPIN ECHO [OR, ECHOES] by THOMAS MOORE MY PRAYER by HENRY DAVID THOREAU |