Buttress and joist are
Effaced of the cloister.
Fane after fane
We lift us again
To the hoarier transept
Where ages climb,
And ruin is left
Where the Gods said their rhyme.
The deity-year
(Whereof I am an hour)
Shall be born and appear
As the birth of a flower,
Shall fade as they faded,
The flower wreaths braided
In maiden’s hair.
The Gods shall fare
As the children of Fear
In the Fear-God’s Power,
And their names disappear
As the fall of a flower !
The universe-day
(Whereof I am a second)
Shall fall away
And be no more reckoned;
Shall fall into ruin.
(Sad garden it grew in! )
Unguessed at, unknown,
Beyond them alone,
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