She Took the Veil
Published by Webmaster on 07/30/2003 (3739 reads)She took the Veil: I wondered why,
And could not understand;
For oh I loved her like to die
And sought to win her hand.
But no, she chose the Living Grave,
Though paths of light we trod,
And in a convent grim she gave
Herself to God.
Her cheeks were like the rambler rose,
Her eyes a lupin blue;
No sweeter blossom could unclose
To greet the morning dew.
And yet she chose the cloister gloom
Rather than be my wife,
In grisly garb to dreary doom
Condemned for life.
It is some madness of the mood
That makes a maid to pray,
When her dream might be motherhood,
A wife's her worthy way?
My heart for her with worship throbbed
Beyond all saintly pride,
And now I curse the God who robbed
Me of my bride.
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