The Would-Be Nun

No, no! I can’t believe you!
Cease, cease to prattle so
Of single bliss, monastic vows,
And prayerful life below!

No, no! I can’t believe you!
That stately form divine,
That breast, that neck, those breathing limbs
To convent cell confine!

Yourself you don’t believe it!
Your words your glance belies,
And, full of other fancies,
Protest those flashing eyes.