MEMORIALS OF A TOUR IN ITALY
AT THE EREMITE OR UPPER CONVENT OF CAMALDOLI
WHAT aim had they, the Pair of Monks, in size
Enormous, dragged, while side by side they sate,
By panting steers up to this convent gate?
How, with empurpled cheeks and pampered eyes,
Dare they confront the lean austerities
Of Brethren who, here fixed, on Jesu wait
In sackcloth, and God's anger deprecate
Through all that humbles flesh and mortifies?
Strange contrast!--verily the world of dreams,
Where mingle, as for mockery combined,
Things in their very essences at strife,
Shows not a sight incongruous as the extremes
That everywhere, before the thoughtful mind,
Meet on the solid ground of waking life.
14 'What aim had they, the Pair of Monks.'
In justice to the Benedictines of Camaldoli, by whom strangers
are so hospitably entertained, I feel obliged to notice that I saw
among them no other figures at all resembling, in size and
complexion, the two monks described in this Sonnet. What was their
office, or the motive which brought them to this place of
mortification, which they could not have approached without being
carried in this or some other way, a feeling of delicacy prevented
me from inquiring. An account has before been given of the
hermitage they were about to enter. It was visited by us towards
the end of the month of May; yet snow was lying thick under the
pine-trees, within a few yards of the gate.