Fair request! Here’s a Spenserian stanza for thee:
In twilight’s hush, where shadows softly play
Amidst the trees, whose branches sway and dance,
A maiden fair, with virtue’s gentle way,
Did wander forth, her steps in silence take.
Her eyes, like sapphires, shone with secret might,
And on her brow, a gentle sorrow made its mark.
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