THE NUN.
| The knotted cord, dark veil and tunic gray, I'll fling aside, and eke this scapulary, Which keeps me here a nun immured alway: And then with thee, dressed like a gallant gay, With girded loins and limber gait and free, I'll roam the world, where chance us twain may carry. I am content slave, scullion-wench to be; That will not irk me as this irketh me! |
