The South Transept: The Epistle and Gospel XXVIII

The sheep were browsing in the sacred hall,
Which once had echoed to the choral song ;
And that old wandering river seem'd to call
On ancient memories ; and the mountain throng
Stood by in solemn consciousness ; among
Rent walls the wild flowers hung, thro' blended view
Of arches and tall piles, in ruin strong
And beautiful, shone the celestial blue,
And there with a black cloud the Sun contending through.