pure is water
   underground
        oh la la

set in soul
   sings in tome
oh la la

still pilgrim nigh
   prayer whereabouts
       in-ground

romantically in
   that stone hall
        oh la la

there tirelessly
   ensconced hers
      with life

she pensively
   peruse her asylum  
in ecesis

when bread broken
    with wax bean
       oh la la

          and this d'art
     a priori again
her curio