Jessie B. Rittenhouse, ed. (1869–1948). The Second Book of Modern Verse. 1922.

In the Monastery

COLD is the wind to-night, and rough the sea,

Too rough for even the daring Dane to find

A landing-place upon the frozen lea.

Cold is the wind.

The blast sweeps round the chapel from behind,

Making the altar-light flare fitfully,

While I must kneel and pray with troubled mind.

Patrick and Brigid, I have prayed to ye!

The night is over, and my task resigned

To Colum. Though God’s own dwelling shelter me,

Cold is the wind.