Sonnet - The Decemberists

Guido, I wish that you and Lapo and I

Could be taken by magic and placed in a boat

Where every rising swell

Would sweep us at our will across the sky

Then tempest never, or weather dire

Could ever make our blissful living cease

No, but abiding in a steady, blessed peace

Together in harmony

And Lady Vanna and Lagia then

She who looms the thirty best

Would join us at the enchanter’s behest

And there we’d talk of love without an end

To make those ladies happy in the sky

With Lapo enchanted too, and you and I