Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes. France: Vols. IXX. 187679. | | | | Morbihan | | St. Gildas de Rhuis | | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (18071882) |
| | YOU must know, then, it is in the diocese | |
| Called the Diocese of Vannes, | |
| In the province of Brittany. | |
| From the gray rocks of Morbihan | |
| It overlooks the angry sea; | 5 |
| The very sea-shore where, | |
| In his great despair, | |
| Abbot Abelard walked to and fro, | |
| Filling the night with woe, | |
| And wailing aloud to the merciless seas | 10 |
| The name of his sweet Heloise! | |
| Whilst overhead | |
| The convent windows gleamed as red | |
| As the fiery eyes of the monks within, | |
| Who with jovial din | 15 |
| Gave themselves up to all kinds of sin! | |
| Ha! that is a convent! that is an abbey! | |
| Over the doors, | |
| None of your death-heads carved in wood, | |
| None of your saints looking pious and good, | 20 |
| None of your patriarchs old and shabby! | |
| But the heads and tusks of boars, | |
| And the cells | |
| Hung all round with the fells | |
| Of the fallow-deer. | 25 |
| And then what cheer! | |
| What jolly, fat friars, | |
| Sitting round the great, roaring fires, | |
| Roaring louder than they, | |
| With their strong wines, | 30 |
| And their concubines, | |
| And never a bell, | |
| With its swagger and swell, | |
| Calling you up with a start of affright | |
| In the dead of night, | 35 |
| To send you grumbling down dark stairs, | |
| To mumble your prayers. | |
| But the cheery crow | |
| Of cocks in the yard below, | |
| After daybreak, an hour or so, | 40 |
| And the barking of deep-mouthed hounds, | |
| These are the sounds | |
| That, instead of bells, salute the ear. | |
| And then all day | |
| Up and away | 45 |
Through the forest, hunting the deer!
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