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 And to watch her laughter flicker and dart And the rose in her cheeks come and depart, Were the prayers of my breviary.

But alas for the monk from his cloister strayed! Cold in that very place Where the hyacinths grew in leafiest shade And my Love's head by my side was laid I saw our Lady's face.

And all night now and all day too, I tremble those twain between; And I hate the sky for its holy blue And the earth for its heathen green. I have lost my love because of my heaven And my heaven because of my love. Is there no mercy ever given To him that two faiths move?