Old Cathedral
A POEM
This granite faith was pressed against the sky
And, wonder, stood alone;
The truth of God translated for the eye,
A massive, silent prayer in stone.
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Fog closes its slight hand — illusive blue —
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As aliens yearn
For the native land.
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To the garden —
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