Verse > Anthologies > Samuel Waddington, ed. > The Sonnets of Europe
Samuel Waddington, comp.  The Sonnets of Europe.  1888.
On a Nun
By Vittorelli
Translated by Lord Byron

OF two fair virgins, modest, though admired,
  Heaven made us happy; and now, wretched sires,
  Heaven for a nobler doom their worth desires,
  And gazing upon either, both required.
Mine, while the torch of Hymen newly fired        5
  Becomes extinguish’d, soon—too soon—expires:
  But thine, within the closing grate retired,
  Eternal captive, to her God aspires.
But thou, at least, from out the jealous door,
  Which shuts between your never-meeting eyes,        10
  May’st hear her sweet and pious voice once more:
I to the marble, where my daughter lies,
  Rush,—the swoln flood of bitterness I pour,
  And knock, and knock, and knock—but none replies.

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