Excerpt from Fasciculus

A stranger, wandering forth one sunny day,
Glad to escape the din of crowded streets,
Sought those twin towers of grey, that overtop,
In grave and silent majesty, the roofs
Of Western London.

'Twas the hour of prayer,
A soft and solemn chant was streaming slow
From the inner quire. And, save himself, but one
Stood there to break the spell of solitude, -

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