Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, ROMANCERO: BOOK 1. HISTORIES: THE NUNS, by HEINRICH HEINE


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ROMANCERO: BOOK 1. HISTORIES: THE NUNS, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: Who at night the convent walls
Last Line: O'er the keys are wildly straying.
Subject(s): Churches; Faces; Love; Nuns; Religion; Cathedrals; Theology


WHO at night the convent walls
Passes, sees the windows brightly
Lighted up, for there the spectres
Make their gloomy circuit nightly.

'Tis dead Ursulines that join
In the sad and dark procession;
From the linen hoods are peeping
Faces young of sweet expression.

Tapers bear they in their hands,
Glimm'ring bloodred and mysterious
Strangely echo in the crossway
Whispers low, wails sad and serious.

To the church the train moves on;
Sitting on the wooden benches
Of the quire, their mournful chorus
Straight begin the' unhappy wenches.

Like a litany it sounds,
But the words are wild and shocking
They are poor and outcast spirits
At the heavenly portal knocking.

"Brides of Christ we used to be,
"But by love of earth were chained,
"And we render'd unto Caesar
"Things that unto God pertained.

"Charming is a uniform
"And mustachios smooth and shining
"For the epaulettes of Caesar
"Were our hearts in secret pining.

"Antlers to the brow we gave
"By our shameless ill behaviour,
"Which the crown of thorns once carried, --
"We betray'd our heavenly Saviour.

'Jesus, -- mercy's very self, --
"Softly wept o'er our transgression,
"And he said: 'Your souls be cursed
"'For disgracing your profession!'

"Grave-sprung spectres of the night,
"We must wander in these dreary
"Walls, our folly to atone for, --
"Miserere! Miserere!

"Ah, within the grave 'tis well!
"Though indeed 'tis far more cheery
"In the glowing realms of heaven, --
"Miserere! Miserere!

"Jesus sweet, forgive at length
"Our transgression sad and weary;
"Let us feel the warmth of heaven, --
"Miserere! Miserere!"

Thus the troop of nuns sing on,
And a long-dead clerk is playing
On the organ. Hands of spirits
O'er the keys are wildly straying.





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