Like two cathedral towers these stately pines Uplift their fretted summits tipped with cones; The arch beneath them is not built with stones, Not Art but Nature traced these lovely lines, And carved this graceful arabesque of vines; No organ but the wind here sighs and moans, No sepulchre conceals a martyr's bones. No marble bishop on his tomb reclines. Enter! the pavement, carpeted with leaves, Gives back a softened echo to thy tread! Listen! the choir is singing; all the birds, In leafy galleries beneath the eaves, Are singing! listen, ere the sound be fled, And learn there may be worship with out words. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SAD MOTHER by KATHARINE TYNAN EL HOMBRE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS STANZAS ON THE DEATH OF THE PRINCESS CHARLOTTE by BERNARD BARTON CHARADES: 1 by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE LORD HAYES: SONG. NIGHT by THOMAS CAMPION FOLD YOUR PALE HANDS by KATHLEEN CLOSE |