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Sonette XXV

Poem (Canso): 

My plea for love is spake, I must refrain
Entreating on the charity of Hell
To give me case, but hope her he doth sell
For what is said, thought, known, loved of this pain.
I silent die to hear that I might gain
My dearest soul, embracing my cold shell
To warm its shape with vibrant lover’s spell,
But then my hopes withdraw ere Hell grow vain
For, seeing my love, beauty might he list
About his hall, and never let escape.
A deeper Hell then near me do I wist
While Hades’ verdict takes its final shape:
“This peerless love, away, for thou hast won;
Should such virtue remain, Hell is undone.”