This hour they should regain the capital.
They stop,—a voice,—whence? From the corner tower!
They listen,—’tis the voice of the recluse!
Long time within this tower, ten summers since,
Some unknown pious woman, from afar,[5]
Who came to Mary’s town,—Maybe that Heaven
Inspired her blest design, or with the balm
Of penance she would heal the wounds of conscience,—
Did seek the shelter of a lone recluse,
And here she found while living yet a tomb.