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A Room in the Convent of Flora in Calabria. Night.
JOACHIM. / The wind is rising; it seizes and shakes / The doors and window-blinds and makes / Mysterious moanings in the halls; / The convent-chimneys seem almost / The trumpets of some heavenly host, / Setting its watch upon our walls! / Where it listeth, there it bloweth; / We hear the sound, but no man knoweth / Whence it cometh or whither it goeth, / And thus it is with the Holy Ghost. / O breath of God! O my delight / In many a vigil of the night, / Like the great voice in Patmos heard / By John, the Evangelist of the Word, / I hear thee behind me saying: Write / In a book the things that thou hast seen, / The things that are, and that have been, / And the things that shall hereafter be!