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Twas sweet to see these holy maids,Like birds escaped to greenwood shades,Their first flight from the cage,How timid, and how curious too,For all to them was strange and new,And all the common sights they view,Their wonderment engage.One eyed the shrouds and swelling sail,With many a benedicite;One at the rippling surge grew pale,And would for terror pray;Then shrieked, because the sea-dog, nigh,His round black head, and sparkling eye,Reared o’er the foaming spray;And one would still adjust her veil,Disordered by the summer gale,Perchance lest some more worldly eyeHer dedicated charms might spy;Perchance, because such action gracedHer fair-turned arm and slender waist.Light was each simple bosom there,Save two, who ill might pleasure share—The Abbess and the novice Clare.
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