They could have been anywhere
Yet away, at some distance from the metropolis
They gift both resplendence and comfort
To aid the habitual study and prayer
Fear is at one malignant
Fear is always close contingent
So trips my tempered thread
So skips my secret heart
Behind this omnipresent frown
One Hallelujah chorus
With monks in blossom streams
Witnessed, in contemplation
Chants of the silence strum
The twenty first century poets
There words too are gathered
As though they were a refrain
For Lucia di Lammermoor
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