Come, pensive Nun, devout and pure,

Sober, steadfast, and demure,

[All in a robe of darkest grain],

Flowing with majestic train,

[And sable stole of cypress lawn] 35

Over thy decent shoulders drawn.

[Come; but keep thy wonted state],

With even step, and musing gait,

And looks commercing with the skies

[Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes]: 40