Nuns fret not
William Wordsworth
1770 to 1850
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And Students with their pensive Citadels:
Pleas'd if some Souls (for such there needs must be)
Who have felt the weight of too much liberty,
Should find short solace there, as I have found.
Ourselves, no prison is: and hence to me,
Nuns fret not at their Convent's narrow room;
Within the Sonnet's scanty plot of ground:
Will murmur by the hour in Foxglove bells:
Sit blithe and happy; Bees that soar for bloom,
Maids at the Wheel, the Weaver at his Loom,
In truth, the prison, unto which we doom
High as the highest Peak of Furness Fells,
In sundry moods, 'twas pastime to be bound
And Hermits are contented with their Cells;