So touched my lonesome soul, that I
Gazed long, then came and gazed again,
And loved, and took her to my heart.
Nor monk in black, nor Capuchin,
Nor priest of any creed was seen.
A sun-browned woman, old and tall,
And still as any shadow is,
Stole forth from out the mossy wall
With massive keys to show me this:
Came slowly forth, and following,