 | The Poems of Sir William Watson |  |
THE CATHEDRAL MUSIC
I entered a dim minster, where
Aisles of praise and towers of prayer
Fenced me round from all the strife
Of this illegible, blurred life;
And I put from me, one by one,
Riddles that bemuse the Sun,
And deep into oblivion hurled
The undecipherable world.
Aisles of praise and towers of prayer
Fenced me round from all the strife
Of this illegible, blurred life;
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Riddles that bemuse the Sun,
And deep into oblivion hurled
The undecipherable world.
And through the rich and jewelled gloom
That rubied some crusader's tomb,
There rose and rolled a golden wave:
Surged reverberant down the nave:
Ravishingly, with violence sweet,
Stormed the earth from 'neath my feet:
Swept me as a leaf abroad
In great tides of billowing laud:
And left me, amid regions far,
Desolate—cast upon a star.
That rubied some crusader's tomb,
There rose and rolled a golden wave:
Surged reverberant down the nave:
Ravishingly, with violence sweet,
Stormed the earth from 'neath my feet:
Swept me as a leaf abroad
In great tides of billowing laud:
And left me, amid regions far,
Desolate—cast upon a star.
1915
| The Poems of Sir William Watson | |