If you become a nun, dear,
A friar I will be;
In any cell you run, dear,
Pray look behind for me.
The rose, of course, turns pale too;
The doves all take the veil too;
The blind will see the show;
What! you become a nun, my dear?
I'll not believe it, no.
If you become a nun, dear,
The bishop Love will be;
The cupids every one, dear,
Will chaunt "we trust in thee:"
The incense will go sighing,
The candles fall a dying,
The water turn to wine:
What! you go take the vows, my dear?
You may — but they'll be mine.
I am busy working to bring Leigh Hunt's "The Nun" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
In the meantime, I invite you to explore the poem's themes, structure, and meaning. You can also check out the gallery for other musical arrangements or learn more about Leigh Hunt's life and contributions to literature.
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