VII
ALWAYS of Heaven the Sisters tell,
Although of earth I question most—
I would I knew the world as well
As Peter and the Angel host!
Although of earth I question most—
I would I knew the world as well
As Peter and the Angel host!
José may journey, never I.
In all the lonely hours I spend
He bids me tell my beads and sigh. . . .
I wonder if the Saints attend?
In all the lonely hours I spend
He bids me tell my beads and sigh. . . .
I wonder if the Saints attend?
For when the moon is small and thin,
And night is fragrant on the land,
The earth and I are so akin
I think no Saint could understand.
And night is fragrant on the land,
The earth and I are so akin
I think no Saint could understand.
Something within me sleeps by day;
To moon and wind its petals part. . . .
It is not for my soul I pray;
Ah Virgin!—for my untried heart.
To moon and wind its petals part. . . .
It is not for my soul I pray;
Ah Virgin!—for my untried heart.
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