By some rude bridge—or one at midnight tolled
To matins, and white habits, issuing forth,
Glided along those aisles interminable,
All, all observant of the sacred law
Of Silence. Nor in this sequestered spot,
Once called ‘Sweet Waters,’ now ‘The Shady Vale,’
To me unknown; that house so rich of old,
So courteous, and by two that passed that way,
Amply requited with immortal verse,
The Poet’s payment.—But, among them all,