(The dreamy chanting ... Jesu ... Domine.)
The long slow Latin periods were hung
Too lovingly upon the abbe’s tongue,
I made a prodding handle of my sword,—
And all the while the dark-robed brothers sung:
(Ora pro nobis ... Jesu ... Domine.)
I snatched the grey hood from his frowning brows,
Word for his word I vowed the immortal vows,
And kneeling knew an unknown sacrament
In the loud silence of her Father’s House.