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 | The sentence of Kaires and other poems |  |
Hushed was the city, and with hollow beat
Sounded each footfall through the lonely street,
No earth-lit torch, no lamp with ruddy glare
Marred the soft shower of silvery moonbeams there;—
As glories circle pictured saints they shone,
A light o'er all that many-steepled town;
Yet purest ever, brightest seemed to fall,
Illuming the fair Minster's southern wall.
Through the rich window's full-orbed pane they pour
Their tinted radiance on the transept floor;
Gleams half unveiled before the astonished eye
Carved niche and foliated tracery,
Each fretted pinnacle, each mullion grey
Glows in the snow-white brilliance of that ray.
Sounded each footfall through the lonely street,
No earth-lit torch, no lamp with ruddy glare
Marred the soft shower of silvery moonbeams there;—
As glories circle pictured saints they shone,
A light o'er all that many-steepled town;
Yet purest ever, brightest seemed to fall,
Illuming the fair Minster's southern wall.
Through the rich window's full-orbed pane they pour
Their tinted radiance on the transept floor;
Gleams half unveiled before the astonished eye
Carved niche and foliated tracery,
Each fretted pinnacle, each mullion grey
Glows in the snow-white brilliance of that ray.
| The sentence of Kaires and other poems | |