A Ballad of a Nun

From Eastertide to Eastertide1
                        
                        For ten long years her patient knees2
                        
                        Engraved the stones—the fittest bride3
                        
                        Of Christ in all the diocese.4
                        She conquered every earthly lust ;5
                        
                        The abbess loved her more and more ;6
                        
                        And, as a mark of perfect trust,7
                        
                        Made her the keeper of the door.8
                        High on a hill the convent hung9
                        
                        Across a duchy looking down,10
                        
                        Where everlasting mountains flung11
                        
                        Their shadows over tower and town.12
                        The jewels of their lofty snows13
                        
                        In constellations flashed at night ;14
                        
                        Above their crests the moon arose ;15
                        
                        The deep earth shuddered with delight.16
                        
Long ere she left her cloudy bed,17
                        
                        Still dreaming in the orient land,18
                        
                        On many a mountain’s happy head19
                        
                        Dawn lightly laid her rosy hand.20
                        The adventurous sun took Heaven by storm ;21
                        
                        Clouds scattered largesses of rain ;22
                        
                        The sounding cities rich and warm,23
                        
                        Smouldered and glittered in the plain.24
                        Sometimes it was a wandering wind,25
                        
                        Sometimes the fragrance of the pine,26
                        
                        Sometimes the thought how others sinned,27
                        
                        That turned her sweet blood into wine.28
                        Sometimes she heard a serenade29
                        
                        Complaining sweetly far away :30
                        
                        She said,  “ A young man woos a maid ”;31
                        
                        And dreamt of love till break of day.32
                        Then would she ply her knotted scourge33
                        
                        Until she swooned ;  but evermore34
                        
                        She had the same red sin to purge,35
                        
                        Poor, passionate keeper of the door !36
                        For still night’s starry scroll unfurled,37
                        
                        And still the day came like a flood :38
                        
                        It was the greatness of the world39
                        
                        That made her long to use her blood.40
                        
In winter-time when Lent drew nigh,41
                        
                        And hill and plain were wrapped in snow,42
                        
                        She watched beneath the frosty sky43
                        
                        The nearest city nightly glow.44
                        Like peals of airy bells outworn45
                        
                        Faint laughter died above her head46
                        
                        In gusts of broken music borne :47
                        
                        “ They keep the Carnival,” she said.48
                        Her hungry heart devoured the town :49
                        
                        “ Heaven save me by a miracle !50
                        
                        Unless God sends an angel down,51
                        
                        Thither I go though it were Hell.”52
                        She dug her nails deep in her breast,53
                        
                        Sobbed, shrieked, and straight withdrew the bar :54
                        
                        A fledgling flying from the nest,55
                        
                        A pale moth rushing to a star.56
                        Fillet and veil in strips she tore ;57
                        
                        Her golden tresses floated wide ;58
                        
                        The ring and bracelet that she wore59
                        
                        As Christ’s betrothed, she cast aside.60
                        “ Life’s dearest meaning I shall probe ;61
                        
                        Lo !  I shall taste of love at last !62
                        
                        Away !”  She doffed her outer robe,63
                        
                        And sent it sailing down the blast.64
                        
Her body seemed to warm the wind ;65
                        
                        With bleeding feet o’er ice she ran :66
                        
                        “ I leave the righteous God behind ;67
                        
                        I go to worship sinful man.”68
                        She reached the sounding city’s gate ;69
                        
                        No question did the warder ask :70
                        
                        He passed her in :  “ Welcome, wild mate !  ”71
                        
                        He thought her some fantastic mask.72
                        Half-naked through the town she went ;73
                        
                        Each footstep left a bloody mark ;74
                        
                        Crowds followed her with looks intent ;75
                        
                        Her bright eyes made the torches dark.76
                        Alone and watching in the street77
                        
                        There stood a grave youth nobly dressed ;78
                        
                        To him she knelt and kissed his feet ;79
                        
                        Her face her great desire confessed.80
                        Straight to his house the nun he led :81
                        
                        “ Strange lady, what would you with me ?  ”82
                        
                        “ Your love, your love, sweet lord,” she said ;83
                        
                        “ I bring you my virginity.”84
                        He healed her bosom with a kiss ;85
                        
                        She gave him all her passion’s hoard ;86
                        
                        And sobbed and murmured ever.  “ This87
                        
                        Is life’s great meaning, dear, my lord.”88
                        
“ I care not for my broken vow,89
                        
                        Though God should come in thunder soon ;90
                        
                        I am sister to the mountains now,91
                        
                        And sister to the sun and moon.”92
                        Through all the towns of Belmarie,93
                        
                        She made a progress like a queen.94
                        
                        “ She is,” they said,  “ whate’er she be,95
                        
                        The strangest woman ever seen.96
                        “ From fairyland she must have come,97
                        
                        Or else she is a mermaiden.”98
                        
                        Some said she was a ghoul, and some99
                        
                        A heathen goddess born again.100
                        But soon her fire to ashes burned ;101
                        
                        Her beauty changed to haggardness ;102
                        
                        Her golden hair to silver turned ;103
                        
                        The hour came of her last caress.104
                        At midnight from her lonely bed105
                        
                        She rose, and said :  “ I have had my will.”106
                        
                        The old ragged robe she donned, and fled107
                        
                        Back to the convent on the hill.108
                        Half-naked as she went before,109
                        
                        She hurried to the city wall,110
                        
                        Unnoticed in the rush and roar111
                        
                        And splendour of the Carnival.112
                        
No question did the warder ask :113
                        
                        Her ragged robe, her shrunken limb,114
                        
                        Her dreadful eyes !  “ It is no mask ;115
                        
                        It is a she-wolf, gaunt and grim !  ”116
                        She ran across the icy plain ;117
                        
                        Her worn blood curdled in the blast ;118
                        
                        Each footstep left a crimson stain ;119
                        
                        The white-faced moon looked on aghast.120
                        She said between her chattering jaws,121
                        
                        “ Deep peace is mine, I cease to strive ;122
                        
                        Oh, comfortable convent laws,123
                        
                        That bury foolish nuns alive !124
                        “ A trowel for my passing-bell,125
                        
                        A little bed within the wall,126
                        
                        A coverlet of stone ;  how well127
                        
                        I there shall keep the Carnival !  ”128
                        Like tired bells chiming in their sleep,129
                        
                        The wind faint peals of laughter bore ;130
                        
                        She stopped her ears and climbed the steep,131
                        
                        And thundered at the convent door.132
                        It opened straight :  she entered in,133
                        
                        And at the wardress’ feet fell prone :134
                        
                        “ I come to purge away my sin,135
                        
                        Bury me, close me up in stone.”136
                        
The wardress raised her tenderly ;137
                        
                        She touched her wet and fast-shut eyes ;138
                        
                        “ Look, sister ;  sister, look at me ;139
                        
                        Look ;  can you see through my disguise ?  ”140
                        She looked and saw her own sad face,141
                        
                        And trembled, wondering,  “ Who art though ?  ”142
                        
                        “ God sent me down to fill your place :143
                        
                        I am the Virgin Mary now.”144
                        And with the word, God’s mother shone :145
                        
                        The wanderer whispered,  “ Mary, hail !  ”146
                        
                        The vision helped her to put on147
                        
                        Bracelet and fillet, ring and veil.148
                        “ You are sister to the mountains now,149
                        
                        And sister to the day and night ;150
                        
                        Sister to God ;  ” and on the brow151
                        
                        She kissed her thrice, and left her sight.152
                        While dreaming in her cloudy bed,153
                        
                        Far in the crimson orient land,154
                        
                        On many a mountain’s happy head155
                        
                        Dawn lightly laid her rosy hand.156