| Looking up suddenly, I found mine eyes Confronted with the minster’s vast repose . . . I stood before the triple northern port, Where dedicated shapes of saints and kings, Stern faces bleared with immemorial watch, Looked down benignly grave and seemed to say,— |
| Ye come and go incessant; we remain Safe in the hallowed quiets of the past; Be reverent, ye who flit and are forgot, Of faith so nobly realized as this. |
| —Lowell: The Cathedral. |