Classic Poem

Allas, allas, wel ivel I sped!
For sinne Jesu fro me is fled,
That lively fere.
At my dore he standes alone
And calles ‘Undo!’ with reuful mone
On this manère:

‘Undo, my leef, my douve dere,
Undo! Why stand I steken out here?
Ik am thy make.
Lo, my heved and mine lockes
Ar al biweved with blody dropes
For thine sake.’