Arthur Symons - The Nun lyrics

She lies upon the cold stone of her cell, And the night deepens; and the night is chill, Fasting and faint, she nerves her flagging will, Remembering the inevitable hell, Yet still her lover's voice she hears too well, And "Love, Love, Love," she hears and answers still. The Christ looms high against an angry hill, Her heart and Love would roam a lowly dell. Fasting and faint she lies. The shepherd Night Leads the calm stars across his plains like sheep. Earth slumbers. When shall slumber seal her eyes, Who, crying with lamentations infinite, "Heaven, heaven!" yet, ineradicably deep, Hides in her heart an alien Paradise?