Poem by William Lisle Bowles

Sonnet 12. Written at a Convent

If chance some pensive stranger, hither led,
His bosom glowing from majestic views,
Temple and tower 'mid the bright landscape's hues,
Should ask who sleeps beneath this lowly bed?
A maid of sorrow. To the cloistered scene,
Unknown and beautiful a mourner came,
Seeking with unseen tears to quench the flame
Of hapless love: yet was her look serene
As the pale moonlight in the midnight aisle;--
Her voice was gentle and a charm could lend,
Like that which spoke of a departed friend;
And a meek sadness sat upon her smile!--
Now, far removed from every earthly ill,
Her woes are buried, and her heart is still.

1. Sonnet 1. As slow I climb the cliff's ascending side
2. Sonnet 14. On a Distant View of England
3. Sonnet 7. At a Village in Scotland
4. Sonnet 11. Written at Ostend
5. Greenwich Hospital

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