16. Monks 
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                 {48} 
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                WHY dear Cousin, | 
             
            
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                why | 
             
            
              | Ask for verses, | 
             
            
              | when a poet's | 
             
            
              | fount of song is | 
             
            
              |                          
                dry? | 
             
            
              | Or, if aught be | 
             
            
              |                          
                there, | 
             
            
              | Harsh and chill, it | 
             
            
              | ill may touch the | 
             
            
              | hand of lady | 
             
            
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                fair. | 
             
            
              | Who can perfumed waters | 
             
            
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                bring | 
             
            
              | From a convent | 
             
            
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                spring? {49} | 
             
            
               
                "Monks in the olden | 
             
            
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                time, | 
             
            
              | "They were rhymesters?"— | 
             
            
              | they were rhymesters, | 
             
            
              | but in Latin | 
             
            
              |                          
                rhyme. | 
             
            
              | Monks in the days of | 
             
            
              |                          
                old | 
             
            
              | Lived in secret, | 
             
            
              | in the Church's | 
             
            
              | kindly-sheltering | 
             
            
              |                          
                fold. | 
             
            
              | No bland meditators | 
             
            
              |                          
                they | 
             
            
              | Of a courtly | 
             
            
              |                          
                lay. | 
             
            
               
                "They had visions | 
             
            
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                bright?"— | 
             
            
              | they had visions, | 
             
            
              | yet not sent in | 
             
            
              | slumbers soft and | 
             
            
              |                          
                light. {50} | 
             
            
              | No! a lesson | 
             
            
              |                          
                stern | 
             
            
              | First by vigils, | 
             
            
              | fast, and penance | 
             
            
              | theirs it was to | 
             
            
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                learn. | 
             
            
              | This their soul-ennobling | 
             
            
              |                          
                gain, | 
             
            
              | Joys wrought out by | 
             
            
              |                          
                pain. | 
             
            
               
                "When from home they | 
             
            
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                stirr'd, | 
             
            
              | "Sweet their voices?"— | 
             
            
              | still, a blessing | 
             
            
              | closed their merriest | 
             
            
              |                          
                word; | 
             
            
              | And their gayest | 
             
            
              |                          
                smile | 
             
            
              | Told of musings | 
             
            
              | solitary, | 
             
            
              | and the hallow'd | 
             
            
              |                          
                aisle. {51} | 
             
            
              | "Songsters?"—hark! they answer! | 
             
            
              |                          
                round | 
             
            
              | Plaintive chantings | 
             
            
              |                          
                sound! | 
             
            
               
                Grey his cowlèd | 
             
            
              |                          
                vest, | 
             
            
              | Whose strong heart has | 
             
            
              | pledged his service | 
             
            
              | to the cloister | 
             
            
              |                          
                blest. | 
             
            
              | Duly garb'd is | 
             
            
              |                          
                he, | 
             
            
              | As the frost-work | 
             
            
              | gems the branches | 
             
            
              | of yon stately | 
             
            
              |                          
                tree. | 
             
            
              | 'Tis a danger-thwarting | 
             
            
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                spell, | 
             
            
              | And it fits me | 
             
            
              |                          
                well! | 
             
            
               
                Oxford. 
                December, 1829. | 
             
           
          
         
        
              
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