Little Gray Songs from St. Joseph's - Part 1

Here I lie like a princess—
All wound in white;
Lilies tall at my bedside,
For my delight;

Hushed feet make in my chamber
Music for me:
Silence answers with phrases
Of her minstrelsy.

Who could be fairer than I am,
All wound in white?
Who could be gladder of beauty,
And beauty's delight?

O for the whiteness and fairness—
But O, to be free!
Pain has the key to my chamber:
He prisons me.
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