Author Anonymous Jesus woundes so wide Ben welles of lif to the goode, Namely the stronde of his side, That ran full breme on the Rode. Yif thee liste to drinke, To fle fro the fendes of helle, Bowe thu down to the brinke, And mekely taste of the welle. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments