“Nuns Fret Not at Their Convent’s Narrow Room”
Nuns fret not at their convent’s narrow room; And hermits are contented with their cells; And students with their pensive citadels; Maids at the wheel, the weaver at his loom, Sit blithe and happy; bees that soar for bloom, High as the highest Peak of Furness Fells, Will murmur by the hour in foxglove bells: [...]