A Sonnet Of Lucifer In chaucerian Tongue Poem by Richard Stopps

A Sonnet of Lucifer
(in Chaucerian Tongue)
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Whilom, in Hevene, ful brighte his glorye shoon,
Lucifer, fairest of the aungel kynde,
With eyen cleere as sterres that nyght outdone,
And wit so sharp, it did al reason blynde.

Pryde, lyk a serpent, crept into his thought,
'To bowe to none, for I am ful worthy.'
Thus to rebel agayn his Lord he sought,
And dreemed a kyngdom wrought of heresye.

From Hevene's height unto the pit ful depe,
He fel with thonder, banished everemo.
His visage fayr now marred by flames that creepe,
Yet stille his tong doth silver wordes bestowe.

For mortals, hee semes lyk wisdoms light,
But hides in shadowes, cloaked in endles nyght.