Héloïse

There is more to this prison than a wall
Can make, a deeper craft lies in this cell.
Might rosy memories later appall?
Is water drawn no matter how deep the well?
Might love for the Punisher hold in thrall
The wretches tortured endlessly in Hell?
Sing abbey of flesh.  Sing cruel cage of bone.
Sing my cloistered heart, sing and sing alone.

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