Shall I know you beloved afterwards;
Springs fair flowers dead, brown upon your grave.
cut down fair youth upon deaths cruel sword,
where others less worthy, God did them save.
remembering you among Autumn leaves,
which fall so swift, on dreary passing days.
sorrows colours soft tears of he who grieves
deaths price too hard, with guilt in sorrow pays
but there in your bliss are vouch saved in grace.
rose crowned, glorious in heavens surety.
yet I will sure sink to that fiery place
soul roasting there for all eternity
Still, I may, in God’s love escape that fate
and cast my new cleansed soul at heavens gate.
A Sonnet In Victorian High Gothic Style
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