[Poems by Botta in] Memoirs of Anne Charlotte Lynch Botta written by her friends with selections from her correspondence and from her writings in prose and poetry |
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TO THE UNKNOWN BUILDER OF THE CATHEDRAL OF COLOGNE |
 | [Poems by Botta in] Memoirs of Anne Charlotte Lynch Botta written by her friends |  |
TO THE UNKNOWN BUILDER OF THE CATHEDRAL OF COLOGNE
Unknown great Master! whose creative thoughtIs here inscribed, though from Fame's shining scroll
Thy name is lost, this wondrous dome is fraught
With the expression of thy reverent soul.
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As in the vast, harmonious, perfect whole:
We see buttress, tower, and pinnacle that reach
In forests of great columns, towering high,
With deep grooved arches interlacing each,
Lift their bold outlines dark against the sky.
It rises like a vision in mid-air, indeed
A temple meet for a divine abode;
The embodied symbol of man's highest creed;
A symphony in stone; a thought of God.
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