~Her Castle Dark of Dismal Light~Sonnet~

~Her Castle Dark of Dismal Light~

Spenserian Sonnet


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Her castle dark of dismal light
fairer she be~ naught luve impart
Of dreadful moan of Dis and fright
‘pon shadows fain th' reaper lark
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No beauty hast th' Fountain well
kinder heart 'tis th' reaper's grim
And fair thee well th' sansing bell
tolls her meadow swift ‘pon th' brim
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A gentler soul knows only luve
in sweet comment his burdened heart
To tremble fast his wanting dove
her trove, her staving greed remark
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Of naught and circumstances plea
let no fool chaste her majesty~