Classic Poem

Gracius and gay,
On her lieth all my thoght;
But sche rew on me today,
To deth sche hath me broght.

Her feingeres bith long and small,
Her armes bith rown and toght,
Her mouth as sweet as licory,
On her lieth all my thoght.

Her eyne bith feir and gray,
Her brues bith well ibent,
Her rode as rede as rose in May,
Her medill is small and gent.

Sche is sweet under schete;
I love her and no mo.
Sche hath mine hart to kepe,
In londes wher sche go.

Sodenly tell, I pray,
To thee my love is lend;
Kisse me in my way,
Ones ar I wend.