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Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.

The Nun

Leigh Hunt (1784–1859)

IF you become a nun, dear,

A friar I will be;

In any cell you run, dear,

Pray look behind for me.

The roses all turn pale, too;

The doves all take the veil, too;

The blind will see the show.

What! you become a nun, my dear?

I’ll not believe it, no!

If you become a nun, dear,

The bishop Love will be;

The Cupids every one, dear,

Will chant ‘We trust in thee’.

The incense will go sighing,

The candles fall a-dying,

The water turn to wine;

What! you go take the vows, my dear?

You may—but they’ll be mine!