Gostly fader, I me confesse, First to God and then to you, That at a window -- wot ye how? -- I stale a cosse of grete sweteness, Which don was out aviseness; But hit is doon not undoon now. My gostly fader, I me confesse, First to God and then to you. But I restore it shall doubtless Agein, if so be that I mow; And that to God I make a vow And elles I axe foryefness. y gostly fader, I me confesse, First to God and then to you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUMMER'S LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT: AUTUMN by THOMAS NASHE ON CHLORIS WALKING IN THE SNOW by WILLIAM STRODE THE FIDDLER OF DOONEY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE PROFESSION OF FLATTERY by ANTIPHANES IT IS FINISHED by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR VERIS ET FAVONI by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN THE ARCTIC LOVER by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT KENMURE'S ON AND AWA' by ROBERT BURNS TO MISS FERRIER; ENCLOSING THE ELEGY ON SIR J. H. BLAIR by ROBERT BURNS |