She lived shut in by flowers and trees <br />And shade of gentle bigotries. <br />On this side lay the trackless sea, <br />On that the great world's mystery; <br />But all unseen and all unguessed <br />They could not break upon her rest. <br />The world's far splendors gleamed and flashed, <br />Afar the wild seas foamed and dashed; <br />But in her small, dull Paradise, <br />Safe housed from rapture or surprise, <br />Nor day nor night had power to fright <br />The peace of God that filled her eyes.<br /><br />John Hay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sister-saint-luke/
