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MAIN STREET AND OTHER POEMS

THE CATHEDRAL OF RHEIMS (continued) And then

That which was splendid with baptismal grace;

The stately arches soaring into space,

The transepts, columns, windows gray and gold,

The organ, in whose tones the ocean rolled,

The crypts, of mighty shades the dwelling places,

The Virgin's gentle hands, the Saints' pure faces,

All, even the pardoning hands of Christ the Lord

Were struck and broken by the wanton sword

Of sacrilegious lust.

O beauty slain, O glory in the dust!

Strong walls of faith, most basely overthrown!

The crawling flames, like adders glistening

Ate the white fabric of this lovely thing.

Now from its soul arose a piteous moan,

The soul that always loved the just and fair.

Granite and marble loud their woe confessed,

The silver monstrances that Popes had blessed,

The chalices and lamps and crosiers rare

Were seared and twisted by a flaming breath;

The horror everywhere did range and swell, [ 71 ]