THE ORIEL WINDOW
THE ORIEL WINDOW
I pray in the country church, alas!
With missal and mind contrary;
And in spite of the hymn and the blessed Mass,
In spite of my Ave Mary,
My fancies are drowned in the faces around,
In spite of my Ave Mary!
The bluffs, the breeze, the bulwark trees,
Are grand and glad and holy yet;
The river as proudly seeks the seas
As it did in the days of Joilet—
It’s wave-lips stirr’d with the babble of a bird
As a psalm and a psalter for Joilet.
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