Impure ashes remain of Knights
In the chronicle of ill thunder
Fertile soul of mellifluous September that emits,
And a dream without fashion will doth cheer.
Lady in outcast state shall wonder about sky,
With an eternal course of fairness to doubt
Oscillating heart rejoices this mystery
To declare that perhaps it’s a misdoubt
Celestial scene overwhelms in unsettled ground
For the exhibition of a fairy tale
Master of sullen sins fear none but doth stand
And sluttish fools cry from far beyond the vale
Those blooming ceremony, so sparkling,
And proud of truest rank of life so awaking