Monday, January 28

Ye Distant Spires

Ye distant spires, ye antique towers, 
Hold me in thy sway; 
Make me see, make me flee, 
Unto thy rich array. 
For there amidst, and there consist 
The root and branch and leaf, 
Of faith and hope and love persist 
In this, the world of grief. 
--Tristan Gylberd