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AT THE TOMB OF WILLIAM OF WYKEHAM
Builder and prelate, dust five hundred years,Who lent the Norman's handiwork such grace
The Norman never knew, that Walkelin's nave
Men call the nave of Wykeham, what dost thou
In some far world beyond our ken? Palm pressed
To palm five centuries have seen thee here
Enchantried, and from scholar lips thy praise
At Winton and at Oxford echoes still.
Dost somewhere rest, as this thy marble rests,
Or art thou, builder-bishop, evermore
Striving in other fields, in nobler toils,
Serenely glad the while as one that sees
From some high place, untouched by time, past good
Grow ever vaster as the centuries fall?
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