Page:Armistice Day.djvu/140
n8 ARMISTICE DAY
And the old caretaker will go into the immortal
ruin of the Cathedral, And twist his hands, and smile faintly up at the
face of God peering down through the great
hole in the roof . . . The Simons will come ? who in their generations
have tended the glass of the Cathedral these
four hundred years and forty, And will tell how they climbed the high vault and
removed the priceless panes under the storm
of the First Bombardment, and saved them,
and preserved the honor of the house of
Simon . . .
And the ghosts of the past will assemble In vast mystical array, thronging the gashed
doors and filing under the withered flower of
the Rose window
Clovis, the convert; and the Kings of France, And Joan, most shining maid; and there will fall A dew of tears, and a dim glamour of sword-fire,
and hushed voices chanting a litany of Peace
before the figure of the mutilated Christ. . . .
VIII
In the cottage of Domremy the white-haired
woman who shows the house to travelers Will go forth with a soft step into Joan's room,
�� �
