At The Gate Of The Convent; And Other Poems by Alfred AustinAt The Gate Of The Convent; And Other Poems by Alfred Austin

At The Gate Of The Convent; And Other Poems

byAlfred Austin

Paperback | February 8, 2012

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated.1885 Excerpt: ... AT THE GATE OF THE CONVENT. i. Beside the Convent Gate I stood, Lingering to take farewell of those To whom I owed the simple good Of three days' peace, three nights' repose. Ii. My sumpter-mule did blink and blink; Was nothing more to munch or quaff; Antonio, far too wise to think, Leaned vacantly upon his staff. Hi. It was the childhood of the year: Bright was the morning, blithe the air; And in the choir I plain could hear The monks still chanting matin prayer. B IV. The throstle and the blackbird shrilled, Loudly as in an English copse, Fountain-like note that, still refilled, Rises and falls, but never stops. v. As lush as in an English chase, The hawthorn, guessed by its perfume, With folds on folds of snowy lace, Blindfolded all its leaves with bloom. VI. Scarce seen, and only faintly heard, A torrent, mid far snow-peaks born, Sang kindred with the gurgling bird, Flowed kindred with the foaming thorn. VII. The chanting ceased, and soon instead Came shuffling sound of sandalled shoon Each to his cell and narrow bed Withdrew, to pray and muse till noon. VIII. Only the Prior--for such their Rule--Into the morning sunshine came. Antonio bared his locks; the mule Kept blinking, blinking, just the same. IX. I thanked him with a faltering tongue; I thanked him with a flowing heart. "This for the poor." His hand I wrung, And gave the signal to depart. x. But still in his he held my hand, As though averse that I should go. His brow was grave, his look was bland, His beard was white as Alpine snow. XI. And in his eye a light there shone, A soft, subdued, but steadfast ray, Like to those lamps that still burn on In shrines where no one comes to pray. XII. And in his voice I seemed to hear The hymns that novice-sisters sing, When only anguished Christ is near, A...
Title:At The Gate Of The Convent; And Other PoemsFormat:PaperbackDimensions:22 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.05 inPublished:February 8, 2012Publisher:General Books LLCLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0217177581

ISBN - 13:9780217177580