The Sunken Cathedral - Repost
THE SUNKEN CATHEDRAL – after Claude Debussy
A tomb
So chill, so deathly still
Where algaed bells hang dumb
Diffus’d
Her warted, weaving spire
In eerie midnight sun
A womb
Come, bubble, bubble down
In gloom, the vaulted way
To see
Through brackish ripple glass
By jaded light of day
Profound
Black iron gargoyle’s heads
Resounding, deathless, ringing
To hear
The swaying, sunken choir
Of chancel ghosts go singing
“TE DEUM
(eumm) – LAUDAMUS
TE DEUM – (eumm – eumm)
TE DEUM
(eumm) – LAUDAMUS
TE DEUM – (eumm – eumm)
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