Poems (Taylor)/Hidden

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HIDDEN
  Three nuns at owlet-call   Tell o'er their rosaries:But dreams they drop where prayers must fall.   And so, not theirs the Peace!
  Calm leagues of silver sand   Beside the convent lie:The great grey waters builded stand   Against a great grey sky.
  Beyond the bastioned sea,   Amid a prick of spears,Through almond groves ride wearily   Three golden cavaliers.
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  Ever the life uncrowned!   Never the seal of fire!Nor marriage-music surging round   The Heart and her Desire!
  O red wild-roses, be   Mourners awhile for these!Hidden roses, white and three,   Die by the Virgin's knees.
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