Trad. Pichot, 2° éd., t. IL, pp. 31 et

But never at our vesper prayer, Nor e’er before confession chair RC IS NO ELLE LME art D Te ji die

His floating robe around him folding, Slow sweeps he through the columned aisle With dread beheïd, with gloom beholding The rites that sanctify the pile.

But when the anthem shakes the choir, And kneel the monks, his steps retire ; By yonder lone and wavering torch His aspect glares within the porch ; There will he pause till all is done — And hear the prayer, but utter none.