The Enlightenment
Within ancient keeps where stony shadows sleep,
And ivies tower their solemn watch maintain,
My heart, a fortress, guards a love so deep,
Against the mortal world’s unyielding rain;
No novel scheme, or lack of passing whim,
But built with stone that long ago was set,
Against the siege of doubts that make love dim,
A flail of thought, a whirling, wild regret;
Yet in this strength, a tender secret lives,
A banner flown for you, my lady fair,
For whom the castle's trapdoors relent, gives
Passage to sunlight, yonder fragrant air;
Thus, built for war, this fortress of my soul,
Behold your gaze, its peace, and thus made whole.
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