What deem they of the laughter and the tears that flow apart?
When a word of man is a woman’s doom do they turn and wonder and say,
“Ah! Why has God made love so great that love must burst her heart?”
THE NUN
So thy soul’s meekness shrinks,
Too loth to show her face—
Why should she shun the world?
It is a holy place.
Concealèd to itself
If the flower kept its scent,