Whilst Sorrow has met with Silence
And obliging has found her oft
Life's and Death's tomb-outgrown friendship
Wants for an air religious-soft!
For my gated, walled up, roomed in
Intense hold of less sombre thought
Wears her nun's habit like a muse
Whose calmings the preferred sought.
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