1
Big-stomached, like friars
Who ogle a nun,
Quaff deep to their bellies' desires
From the old abbey's tun,
Grapes fatten with fires
Warm-filtered from moon and from sun.
2
As a novice who muses,
Lips a rosary tell,
While her thoughts are - a love she refuses?
Nay! mourns as not well:
The ripe apple looses
Its holding to rot where it fell.
The Monastery Croft.
Madison Julius Cawein
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