The yellow book: an illustrated quarterly (3.1894)

278 A Ballad of a Nun
No question did the warder ask :
Her ragged robe, her shrunken limb.
Her dreadful eyes ! " It is no mask ;
It is a she-wolf, gaunt and grim ! "

She ran across the icy plain ;
Her worn blood curdled in the blast ;
Each footstep left a c"^=''"
The white-faced rr E-
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She said between her E.
" Deep peace is mi — ^
Oh, comfortable com E
That bury foolish E ^

" A trowel for my pa E $
A little bed within E
A coverlet of stones ; E"
I there shall keep E

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Like tired bells chim^
The wind faint pe; E*
She stopped her ears : E-*^
And thundered at E.

It opened straight: s E-
And at the wardre: — ^
" I come to purge aw E.
Bury me, close me E ^

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