The long lost sisters fair
On the threshold lie calm, and silently,
As in holiest slumber there!
Yet sleep they not, but entranced they lie,
With lifted hands and heavenward eye.
"O long lost maidens, arise! arise!
Say when did ye hither stray."
They have turn'd to the abbess with their meek blue eyes,
"Not an hour hath passed away
But glorious visions our eyes have seen;