I really enjoyed this work, though I'm not normally a fan of modern poetry. It had an old-fashioned feel and I enjoyed the ... well, I guess "inverted syntax" is the best way of putting it I can come up with - I'm no expert.

The only line I would quibble about is:

Twas sown with empty seed

I assume the "twas" is short for "that was," but "twas" more often calls to mind "it was," mostly due to the "'Twas the night before Christmas" poem. Given this, of course, this line is also missing the apostrophe to indicate that letters are missing. I don't think you'd lose too much of the old-fashioned feel or the rhythmn of the poem if you changed it to "That was sown" in order to make it clearer.

You did a great job keeping the "thee"s and "thy"s straight - a lot of people have trouble using them properly.

Also, the rhymes of ABCB work well with "deed/seed" and "see/me" work fine, but the "please/me" worked less well - is there any way you can tighten that up? Perhaps by tightening up the first two lines of that stanza; I have trouble figuring out what "Whom" is referring to, given the context of the implied sentence. "The minds of (men who only please themselves) are shallow" may be what you intended with that section, but it's hard to work out, at least for me.

All in all, an enjoyable-to-read poem.

Splendid! This is the second of your works that I have critiqued and I love your poetry style! I've seen far too many poems that don't rhyme anymore and I worry that people feel poetry doesn't require any vision or talent, but when I read a poem like this (and your willow poem), I am very glad to see that I am not entirely entitled to worry! It's a real pleasure reading your works! Keep on writing poems and I shall keep reading them!

 Actually, i find the medieval style refreshing.  I'm very hard to please with romantic poetry, because so much of it is schlocky, (meaning immaturity or insencerity or both) but there's nothing of that here.  To walk the narrow path you speak of isn't that difficult, requiring only commitment, but since so many find this difficult, people who walk it seem unusual enough that your poem is about something special, not mundane. 

   i really loved your poem though it was a little short , would have been nice had it been longer

it was a pleaser to read . your begain was great and your ending fit well. it had a good flow to it

you are a very good poety writer i have read your work before , I hope to read more of your work.

this style is so diffrent and refreshing . thanks for sharing.

 Immediately I see a powerful work. Compact but powerful. Hidden are the reasons behind the writing of this poem in one sense, yet I don't want to say that there is no meaning here in these given lines. At  times the truth hides in the middle. This poem is striking and pert. Perky and yet timid and quite demure. THough sometimes our loudest screams are heard not in the belting of vocals but in the reserve of quieter confidence. I wonder does this poem speak to you more or to the reader more. Maybe there is equal pretense for clarity on either side. THe reader is faced with a critical choice in facing these lines. I cite the work of an author who wrote of a path in the woods followed and the meeting of a fork in the road, finding the option and the choice of which path to take. I too am now at that divergent wood walking and having walked that singular path in the reading of your piece and I find that my choice seems whether to carry these words and feelings and inklings with me or to drop them and run the other way. I have a feeling that these lines represent a simple and singular truth in life, maybe in your own being conveyed here before us, but a truth nonetheless. There seems to me no ability here found to take away from the reading of these words without a load to carry. I carry the load of your rising and falling speech, of the wonderment in figuring your intention and your brazenness. I will say that I am very ecstatic at the placement of this writing here in this place because the feminine voice has been heralded as secondary in so many ways and the champions who push the life out of themselves do so unknowing of what atmospheric responses will be dealt by the word gods. Keep on writing and pushing forth from the very depths of yourself pieces and proses that move you and bring you livredom. Livre is Portuguese for free. blessings.