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Nuns Fret Not at Their Convent’s Narrow Room

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Nuns fret not at their convent’s narrow room;
And hermits are contented with their cells;
And students with their pensive citadels;
Maids at the wheel, the weaver at his loom,
Sit blithe and happy; bees that soar for bloom,
High as the highest Peak of Furness-fells,
Will murmur by the hour in foxglove bells:
In truth the prison, into which we doom
Ourselves, no prison is: and hence for me,
In sundry moods, ’twas pastime to be bound
Within the Sonnet’s scanty plot of ground;
Pleased if some Souls (for such there needs must be)
Who have felt the weight of too much liberty,
Should find brief solace there, as I have found.

Notes:
POL Participants: in January 2014, a typo was corrected in line 4: “this loom” was corrected to “his loom.” Readers should not be penalized for reciting “this loom.”
Source: The Longman Anthology of Poetry (Pearson, 2006)
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