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Big-stomached, like friars

Who ogle a nun,

Quaff deep to their bellies' desires

From the old abbey's tun,

Grapes fatten with fires

Warm-filtered from moon and from sun.

As a novice who muses, —

Lips a rosary tell,

While her thoughts are – a love she refuses?

– Nay! mourns as not well:

The ripe apple looses

Its holding to rot where it fell.