St John's Cathedral, Manhattan.
Amidst the radiant draperies of light
I halt encased in wonder
Of the jeweled splendor on my sight
My heart, irreverent thunder,
Though it but whispers from the nave
Of accordion columns
Rising to meet the eyes in still wave
Of wings where silence hums
Before the apse in majesty shining.
These mute,exalted stones
That vaults man's glory, set me pining
To see the golden space of thrones
Where I shall bow forever. Love spires
From marbled floor, cold
As a winter's day, at rose windows retires
Imprisoned, I grow old,
Without the polished graces of this place
This stony art of desire
That all languishing prayers waste
Beside a funeral pyre.
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