 | The Poetical Works of John Payne |  |
A crash of song aroused me. In the porch
Of an old church I sat, whilst out of doors
The quiring birds made carol to the May.
Usque ad portas sang the inner choir;
And from the gates of heaven came down my soul.
Of an old church I sat, whilst out of doors
The quiring birds made carol to the May.
Usque ad portas sang the inner choir;
And from the gates of heaven came down my soul.
| The Poetical Works of John Payne | |