Classic Poem

Alone, I live alone
And sore I sighe for one.

No wondre thow I murning make,
For grevous' sighes that mine harte dothe take,
And all is for my lady sake.
Alone, I live alone.

She that is causer of my wo,
I mervel that she will do so,
Sithe I love hir and no mo.
Alone, I live alone.

Thus am I brought into lovers daunce;
I wot never how to flee the chaunce;
Wherefore I live in great penaunce.
Alone, I live alone.

My minde is so it is content
With hir daily to be present,
And yet my servis is there misse-spent.
Alone, I live alone.

Trow ye that I wold be glade
To seke a thing that will not be hade?
Saw I never man so sore bestad.
Alone, I live alone.

Ones me to love if she began,
No man with tong nore pen tell can
The joy in me that wold be than.
Alone, I live alone.

Now pray we him that may purchase
To sende us better time and space,
That I may stond all in hir grace.
Alone, I live alone.