Sonnet: Vested Be

Vested be no woe to me
Sacred light before thy sight
Before the land beside the sea
I bid good bye to you upon this night
Hallowed be thy heavy heart
Nevertheless shall I not forget
For in this world I'm torn apart
Sense of woe to my own regret
Before the shore beside the sea
I feel thy breath within thy heart
Where now I wait in jubilee
Even when thy soul departs
Thou shall not wither like thee rose
To honour this by which I have composed

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