This high stone art was their recent ship;
Now gothic stalagmites where cathedral begins.
Are we more than great to its morals?
Some know they were not alive to see it.
Their lumber was its own right:
each block was placed with care,
Each stair and well-worn care
Which feet have tired.
Counties: secure enfranchisement of the north
full of dark hatchings and dreams which the public never see.
Were we not all just passing through
Like passengers leaving our belongings
As distraitly as are our bidings and buildings and bodies:-
We'll have to live them through.