I listened - no ’twas life that still

Lingered in some deserted heart

O God what caused that shuddering thrill?

That anguished agonizing start?

An undefined an awful dream

A dream of what had been before

A memory whose blighting beam

Was flitting o’er me ever more

A frightful feeling frenzy born -

I hurried down the dark oak stair

I reached the door whose hinges torn

Flung streaks of moonshine here and there

I pondered not I drew the bar

An icy glory [caught] mine eye

From that wide heaven where every star

Glared like a dying memory

And there the great cathedral rose

Discrowned but most majestic so

It looked down in [serene] repose

On its own realm of buried woe

26.

La torre de la vieja iglesia y la pared del jardín