sonnet 3

Into a darkened room she was born
When dressed by death he could not stay
From her hand his heart was torn
To paint remaining days in grey
Loneliness arrived without remorse
To collect its debts and stay behind
It called upon despair to change her course
And round sorrow's spindle her soul to wind 
But it could not kill memories past
Through God's great love she endures
Itself will all, and all outlast
And final peace pure rest secure
Though widowed, alone, returns a smile
She dwells in solace, the fairest isle.
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