I ENTERED a dim minster, where Aisles of praise and towers of prayer Fenced me round from all the strife Of this illegible, blurred life; And I put from me, one by one, Riddles that bemuse the Sun, And deep into oblivion hurled The undecipherable world. And through the rich and jewelled gloom That rubied some crusader's tomb, There rose and rolled a golden wave: Surged reverberant down the nave: Ravishingly, with violence sweet, Stormed the earth from 'neath my feet: Swept me as a leaf abroad In great tides of billowing laud: And left me, amid regions far, Desolate -- cast upon a star. |