...My breath to heaven like vapour goes : May my soul follow soon ! The shadows of the convent-towers Slant down the snowy sward, Still creeping with the...year That in my bosom lies. As these white robes are soiled and dark, To yonder shining ground ; . As this pale taper's earthly spark, To yonder argent...

...Lie sparkling to the moon; My hreath to heaven like incense goes, May my soul follow soon. Lord, make my spirit pure and clear, As are the frosty skies,...first snowdrop of the year, That in my bosom lies.' "Sylvia!" Very gentle was the call, hut she started as if it had heen a shout, looked an instant while...