Tower set square to the storms of air and change of
⁠season that glooms and glows,
Wall and roof of it tempest-proof, and equal ever to
⁠suns and snows,
Bright with riches of radiant niches and pillars smooth
⁠as a straight stem grows.

Aisle and nave that the whelming wave of time has
⁠whelmed not or touched or neared,
Arch and vault without stain or fault, by hands of
⁠craftsmen we know not reared,
Time beheld them, and time was quelled; and change
⁠passed by them as one that feared.

Time that flies as a dream, and dies as dreams that die
⁠with the sleep they feed,
Here alone in a garb of stone incarnate stands as a god
⁠indeed,
Stern and fair, and of strength to bear all burdens mortal
⁠to man's frail seed.