Monseigneur! ah!
He’s gone! He’s gone to meet the fairy queen!
He’s for the roses and the dazzling peaks!
The seaweed and the furze he’s left behind!
He’s left the storm, he’s left the storm and me!
[The convent bell rings.
Toll, toll! as though thou’d toll my soul away!
Thou canst not toll him back! Oh, woe is me!
[The nuns sing in the chapel.
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