Odell Shepard: A Nun

A Nun

Odell Shepard

One glance and I had lost her in the riot    Of tangled cries. She trod the clamor with a cloistral quiet    Deep in her eyes As though she heard the muted music only    That silence makes Among dim mountain summits and on lonely    Deserted lakes.
There is some broken song her heart remembers    From long ago, Some love lies buried deep, some passion's embers    Smothered in snow, Far voices of a joy that sought and missed her    Fail now, and cease … And this has given the deep eyes of God's sister    Their dreadful peace.