Mary Carolyn Davies
Cloistered - Poem by Mary Carolyn Davies
To-night the little girl-nun died.
Her hands were laid
Across her breast; the last sun tried
To kiss her quiet braid;
And where the little river cried,
Her grave was made.
The little girl-nun's soul, in awe,
To where her brother Christ she saw,
Under the Living Tree;
He sighed, and his face seemed to draw
Her tears, to see.
He laid his hands on her hands mild,
And gravely blessed;
'Blind, they that kept you so,' ht smiled,
With tears unguessed.
' Saw they not Mary held a child
Upon her breast?'
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