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In cassocks clad I have had many brothers / In southern cloisters where the laurel grows, / They paint Madonnas like fair human mothers / And I dream of young Titians and of others / In which the God with shining radiance glows.
But though my vigil constantly I keep / My God is dark -- like woven texture flowing, / A hundred drinking roots, all intertwined; / I only know that from His warmth I'm growing. / More I know not: my roots lie hidden deep / My branches only are swayed by the wind.