Classic Poem

My ghostly father, I me confess,
First to God and then to you,

That at a window — wot ye how? —
I stole a kiss of great sweetness,
Which done was out avisedness;
But it is done not undone now.
My ghostly father, I me confess,
First to God and then to you.

But I restore it shall doubtless
Again, if so be that I mow;
And that to God I make a vow
And else I ask forgiveness.
My ghostly father, I me confess,
First to God and then to you.