Classic Poem

Love hath me brought in evil thought,
Thought I have to blinne;
Blinne to think it is for nought,
Nought is love of sin.

Sin me hath in care ibrought,
Brought in much unwinne;
Winne to weld I had ithought,
Thought is that I am in.

In me is care, how I shall fare,
Fare I will and funde;
Funde I with outen are,
Ere I be brought to ground.