Sweet Jasmine: An Eerie English Sonnet

'Twixt twilight's smooth black velvet evening gown,
yon daybreak sings its soothing songs to me.
The stoutest ale my pain could never drown,
I beseech thee, death; yeild thy hold on me.

 
'Twas on the morrow, I would soon be wed,
yet fickle fate stepped in to intervene;
as sickness rendered my sweet Jasmine dead,
and here, bereft, I'm sallowed, in between.

 
Her sapphire eyes will shine bright, nevermore;
'tis death that stole their gorgeous gleam away.
He whisked my love away to gloomy shore,
as death declare—I rue this woeful day!

 
Should ferryman be anchored, far or near —
I beg he takes me to my Jasmine dear.