I saw a chapel all of gold



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I saw a chapel all of gold That none did dare to enter in; And many weeping stood without, Weeping, mourning, worshipping.

I saw a serpent rise between The white pillars of the door, And he forc’d & forc’d & forc’d – Down the golden hinges tore,

And along the pavement sweet, Set with pearls & rubies bright, All his slimy length he drew, Till upon the altar white

Vomiting his poison out On the bread & on the wine. So I turn’d into a sty And laid me down among the swine.