| Samuel Waddington, comp. The Sonnets of Europe. 1888. | | | | On a Nun | | By Vittorelli |
| | Translated by Lord Byron
OF two fair virgins, modest, though admired, | |
| Heaven made us happy; and now, wretched sires, | |
| Heaven for a nobler doom their worth desires, | |
| And gazing upon either, both required. | |
| Mine, while the torch of Hymen newly fired | 5 |
| Becomes extinguish’d, soon—too soon—expires: | |
| But thine, within the closing grate retired, | |
| Eternal captive, to her God aspires. | |
| But thou, at least, from out the jealous door, | |
| Which shuts between your never-meeting eyes, | 10 |
| May’st hear her sweet and pious voice once more: | |
| I to the marble, where my daughter lies, | |
| Rush,—the swoln flood of bitterness I pour, | |
| And knock, and knock, and knock—but none replies. | | | | |
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