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Sonette XXII

Poem (Canso): 

Unto the very hall where sits my foe
Do I come near, and then await the plight
He sends to all who enter his long night,
To enjoy the visage of God no moe.
I hope at least his plan his realm might shoe,
But of new evils I gain no insight:
Loneliness is my one and only fright,
Away from her, from God, and all He doe.
Begin I to despair, but not to yield
,For stronger heart have I since riding forth.
Her love is this long lance, which I still wield,
And even in defeat I prove love’s worth.
I near thee, love, so think well upon me,
For soon I hope to dwell in peace with thee.