has no end save light,
no thrumming rage; music
escapes God's page, clapping
timbers steady the roof,
the muffled bell ringer's
ringing wakes the neighborhood--
Something's going on, the Festal
food is good, and free; eat, live.
Silver pipes, tallow candles
know their part; bring in your art--
What if a radiant, stained
glass window depicts you? Read through . . .
and thin lead linings
hold you almost fast?
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