“I am a wistful troubadour
Beneath high heaven's wall,
Watching for my Lady
Till from her casement tall,
Like a shaft of sunlight,
She lets her fair glance fall.”
~ an excerpt from Festival by Sr. Mary Philip, C.S.C.
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