Sonnet

I'm no poet but I do like stories.


I like figuring out plots in movies and books and I think it be pretty fun to figure this sonnet out.

From Visions

Francesco Petrarch (1304-1374)

Being one day at my window all alone,

So manie strange things happened me to see,

As much as it grieveth me to think thereon.

At my right hand a hynde appear'd to mee,

So faire as mote the greatest god delite;

Two eager dogs did her pursue in chace.

Of which the one was blacke, the other white:

With deadly force so in their cruell race

They pincht the haunches of that gentle beast,

That at the last, and in short time, I spide,

Under a rocke,where she alas, opprest,

Fell to the ground, and there untimely dide.

Cruell death vanquishing so noble beautie

Oft makes me wayle so hard a desire.