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Poem by Edith Wharton


Chartres


    I

IMMENSE, august, like some Titanic bloom,
    The mighty choir unfolds its lithic core, 
Petalled with panes of azure, gules and or,
    Splendidly lambent in the Gothic gloom, 
And stamened with keen flamelets that illume
    The pale high-alter. On the prayer-worn floor, 
By worshippers innumerous thronged of yore,
    A few brown crones, familiars of the tomb, 
The stranded driftwood of Faith's ebbing sea--
    For these alone the finials fret the skies, 
The topmost bosses shake their blossoms free,
    While from the triple portals, with grave eyes, 
Tranquil, and fixed upon eternity,
    The cloud of witnesses still testifies.

    II

The crimson panes like blood-drops stigmatise
    The western floor. The aisles are mute and cold. 
A rigid fetich in her robe of gold,
    The Virgin of the Pillar, with blank eyes, 
Enthroned beneath her votive canopies,
    Gathers a meagre remnant to her fold. 
The rest is solitude; the church, grown old,
    Stands stark and grey beneath the burning skies. 
Well-nigh again its mighty framework grows
    To be a part of nature's self, withdrawn 
>From hot humanity's impatient woes;
    The floor is ridged like some rude mountain lawn, 
And in the east one giant window shows
    The roseate coldness of an Alp at dawn.



Edith Wharton


Edith Wharton's other poems:
  1. Happiness
  2. With the Tide
  3. The Parting Day
  4. Mould and Vase
  5. An Autumn Sunset


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