AS I went by the church to-day I heard the organ cry; And goodly folk were on their knees, But I went striding by. My minster hath a roof more vast: My aisles are oak trees high; My altar-cloth is on the hills, My organ is the sky. I see my rood upon the clouds, The winds, my chanted choir; My crystal windows, heaven-glazed, Are stained with sunset fire. The stars, the thunder, and the rain, White sands and purple seas -- These are His pulpit and His pew, My God of Unbent Knees! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EMULATION by SARAH FYGE EGERTON ASCENSION (1) by JOSEPH BEAUMONT AFTERGLOW by CHARLES GRANGER BLANDEN ECHOES OF SPRING: 9 by MATHILDE BLIND THE LIFE OF RILEY by BERTON BRALEY THE WANDERER: 6. PALINGENSIS: EPILOGUE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON ANNA, THY CHARMS by ROBERT BURNS |