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THE MONK
And to watch her laughter flicker and dart
And the rose in her cheeks come and depart,
Were the prayers of my breviary.
But alas for the monk from his cloister strayed!
Cold in that very place
Where the hyacinths grew in leafiest shade
And my Love's head by my side was laid
I saw our Lady's face.
And all night now and all day too,
I tremble those twain between;
And I hate the sky for its holy blue
And the earth for its heathen green.
I have lost my love because of my heaven
And my heaven because of my love.
Is there no mercy ever given
To him that two faiths move?
