Classic Poem

See
Me (kinde
Be
Againe
My paine (in minde
Retaine
My swete bloode
On the Roode (my brother
Dide thee good
My face right redde
Mine armes spredde (thinke none other
My woundes bledde
Beholde thou my side
Wounded so right wide (all for thine owne sake
Bledinge sore that tide
Thus for thee I smerted
Why arte thou harde-herted (and thy sweringe aslake
Be by me converted
Tere me now no more
My woundes are sore (and come to my grace
Leve sweringe therfore
I am redy
To graunte mercy (for thy trespace
To thee truely
Come now nere
My frende dere (before me
And appere
I so
In wo (see see
Dide go
I