IN A CATHEDRAL
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From her sweet unrest and sting Hither I come. The cloisters like a frozen forest ring, Echoing back more faint and faintlier The tread of living. Home, Home flies the spirit. Faint and faintlier The surging waves of passion break to foam Then like a clash of cymbals suddenly She, slave of Time, O’ercomes all tokens of Eternity, Nay, rather with Eternity is made one, One with recurrent rhyme Of arch, with flash of window, with the sun Yellow on lofty walls sweet echoes climb.