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“Who would enter so late the cloister in?”
“A maid forlorn from the land of snow.”
“What sorrow is thine, and what thy sin?”
“The deepest sorrow the heart can know.
I have nothing done,
Yet must still endeavor,
Though my strength be none,
To wander ever.
Let me in, to seek for my pain surcease,
I can find no peace.”
“From what far-off land hast thou taken flight?”
“From the land of the North, a weary way.”
“What stayed thy feet at our gate this night?”
“The chant of the nuns, for I heard them pray,
And the song gave peace
To my soul, and blessed me;
It offered release
From the grief that oppressed me.
Let me in, so if peace to give be thine,
I may make it mine!”
“Name me the grief that thy life hath crossed.”
“Rest may I never, never know.”
“Thy father, thy lover, thou hast then lost?”
“I lost them both at a single blow,
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