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Sonette XXIX

Poem (Canso): 

I travel on a road made all of bone,
From sinful men and those who would grow proud
Against the order that would not be cowed,
And sent thus to the pit where no light shone.
My lady rides behind me, from Hell wone,
Though must I believe a liar avowed
That he her freedom had truly allowed,
Provided I our reunion postpone
Until from Hades realm we both depart.
Yet yearn I still to look upon her face
As far-off cock croweth to note day’s start,
But keep I close to road ahead apace.
Though frozen Hell from God is set most back,
To deny her doth make my heart more black.