XVII - AT THE EREMITE OR UPPER CONVENT OF CAMALDOLI

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What aim had they, the Pair of Monks, in size[143]

Enormous, dragged, while side by side they sate,

By panting steers up to this convent gate?

How, with empurpled cheeks and pampered eyes,

Dare they confront the lean austerities

Of Brethren, who, here fixed, on Jesu wait

In sackcloth, and God's anger deprecate

Through all that humbles flesh and mortifies?

Strange contrast!--verily the world of dreams,

Where mingle, as for mockery combined,

Things in their very essences at strife,

Shows not a sight incongruous as the extremes

That everywhere, before the thoughtful mind,

Meet on the solid ground of waking life.[144]


[143] In justice to the Benedictines of Camaldoli, by whom strangers are so hospitably entertained, I feel obliged to notice, that I saw among them no other figures at all resembling, in size and complexion, the two Monks described in this Sonnet. What was their office, or the motive which brought them to this place of mortification, which they could not have approached without being carried in this or some other way, a feeling of delicacy prevented me from inquiring. An account has before been given of the hermitage they were about to enter. It was visited by us towards the end of the month of May; yet snow was lying thick under the pine-trees, within a few yards of the gate.--W.W. 1842.


[144] See note, pp. 72, 73.--ED.

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