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I wrote this for my Shakespeare class. It's a sonnet, based heavily on Lewis Carroll stuff. I can't settle on a title. I think it's in perfect iambic pentameter. Huh. Cool.
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The Golden afternoon had made us grin
As down the peaceful river we would go
The cherub nymphets’ giddy laughs were sin
But little did my simple, chaste mind know
As many merry tales I had wove
The sparkling eyes of merry nymphs did shine
The nymphest of them all was that which drove
My feeble mind to give her what was mine
But time has passed and gentle nymphs have gone
And left me deeply locked within my soul
No longer could I love, or praise, or fawn
O’er darling dears with love I can’t control
My golden afternoon had turned to grey
Ever since that dark and woeful day