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Astounding mass of stonework on grass,

Flat and rolled as one may often see

In England’s green and pleasant

land

Masonry to Our Lady a spire,

Tallest in the isle—no aspiration

Beyond a hope of heaven.

May no hubris

Undo our offering.

Once, a skeptic,

I ambled on your plain and saw

Your solemn cloister and the eloquent

Chaste fan vault of your chapter house

And hardly understood how such work

Could honor God who was supernal

Only older would I know

Architecture

can become a song.