In The Cathedral
Spirits, if present, grace the scene. And if with me united, Then gratulate theking and queen, Their troth thus newly plighted!Puck
The Sun, in ancient guise, competing With brother spheres in rival song, Withthunder - march, his orb completing, Moves his predestin'd course along; Hisaspect to the powers supernal Gives strength, though fathom him none may;Transcending thought, the works eternal Are fair as on the primal day.Gabriel
The way is broad, the way is long; What mad pursuit! What tumult wild!Scratches the besom and sticks the prong; Crush'd is the mother, and stifledthe child.
But he will surely marry her?