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ST. AGNES.

i.

Deep on the convent-roof the snows

Are sparkling to the moon:
My breath to heaven like vapour goes
May my soul follow soon!
The shadows of the convent-towers
Slant down the snowy sward,
Still creeping with the creeping hours
That lead me to my Lord:
Make Thou my spirit pure and clear
As are the frosty skies,
Or this first snowdrop of the year
That in my bosom lies.