These Quiets
Priestly, abide in stillness.
Cloistered in dim hid
Woods, walled up gardens.
A reverence breathed! Of mind
Where the best ripens.
From their chastening effect
Who, for to think deep
Has kept far away
An appealing courtesy
Not so deemed this day!
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