Vii

Always of Heaven the Sisters tell, Although of earth I question most-- I would I knew the world as well As Peter and the Angel host!

José may journey, never I. In all the lonely hours I spend He bids me tell my beads and sigh.... I wonder if the Saints attend?

For when the moon is small and thin, And night is fragrant on the land, The earth and I are so akin I think no Saint could understand.

Something within me sleeps by day; To moon and wind its petals part.... It is not for my soul I pray; Ah Virgin!--for my untried heart.