Louise Imogen Guiney (Луиза Имоджен Гвини)
In a Perpendicular Church
The slackened arches never lose their beauty of alarm; The tall lines frown along the wall, like angels, sword in arm; And where the vaults diverge, a grove with fancied snow o’erspread, Goes light among a myriad panes, with dust upon her head. England of old most innocent, whose flower of skill achieved Failed quick as Lammas lilies, when thy hand no more believed, What hast thou here, beloved but dead, held to thy childless heart? Alas, thy human all of heaven: thine own and only Art.
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