Quickly ‘midst these arches gray
Dies the short November day;
Through the nave the shadows march,
Muffling column, pier and arch,
Filling huge triforium
With their forces fast they come;
Sweeping through the long clerestory,
Blotting from the sight the hoary
Ribbed and sculptured roof at last
Whence the day more slowly past;
While the great choir windows’ glimmer
Grows each moment fainter, dimmer,—
Now the gloom hides everything!
Sudden, then, the tower bells ring,
And along that mighty nave,
Dark before as deepest cave,
Lines of light start forth and burn,
Sharp revealing every turn,
Curve, or line, though far aloof
In the groins of yonder roof,
Carved by chisel medi
(Oscar Fay Adams)
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