Aelfrida
Tillyard .
* TO
A
KING 'S
MAN .
W
HEN
gazing
deep
down
in
your
eyes
VV
I feel your
look
is
like
a
touch
To wake the
love
that sleeping
lies .
When
gazing
deep
down in
your eyes
I
see
the
limbs
of
love arise
And
shrink
back
lest I
see
too much .
When
gazing
deep down
in
your
eyes
I feel
your
look
is
like
a
touch .
* ARCHITECTURE .
STOOD
within
a
city
church
at eve,
And
from
the
street
outside
there
rose
a roar,
That beat
in many
a wave
against
the door,
As
if
some
sea
of
torment
sought
reprieve .
I almost
feared
the
flood
of
sound
would
cleave
My
gates
and
steal away
their
quiet
store .
But
all
the church
was still
from
roof
to
floor
,
And
stillness
did
the
dusk
of
evening
weave
.
Dim
pillars
stood
like
steadfast
souls
at
prayer
,
And
never
a
light
lit
up
the
altar
stair
.
Then
I
was
glad
that
I
was
there
alone
To
learn
what meant the church
that man had made
.
And
I
took
strength
from
stall
and
arch
and
stone
To
face the
world
's
deep
anguish
unafraid
.
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