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Sonette XXI

Poem (Canso): 

Into this keep I wander, like one lost,
Through chambers black like of a withered heart,
Coursing no blood but abuse through its part.
So companied am I thus to that host
Whose chief is king of lies and prince of boast,
That ever keeps my dear from me apart
And yearns to trap me beneath his rampart,
Though clothed am I in cape of Holy Ghost.
Further I enter, further do I pain
That cruel Hades will my sweet withhold.
No Hell can such a divine soul retain,
And for her sake will I take action bold.
Charge on, o steed, that carried Christ before,
And let us take what not humbly implore.