III + 

Northward he turneth through a little door, + 

And scarce three steps, ere Music’s golden tongue + 

Flatter’d to tears this aged man and poor; + 

But no⁠—already had his death-bell rung; + 

The joys of all his life were said and sung: + 

His was harsh penance on St. Agnes’ Eve: + 

Another way he went, and soon among + 

Rough ashes sat he for his soul’s reprieve, + 

And all night kept awake, for sinners’ sake to grieve. + 