The Way to the Chapter-house: Sacred Retirement II

The long green avenue, where light and shade
Chequering the floor, now play, now sleep profound
Old pines, the lonely breeze that by them stray 'd
Wooing in vain ; old yews, hiding the ground,
Grey oaks, and far-off spires, seem to have found
A voice, while busier sounds are dimly spent,
As waken'd by the stillness. One around,
On pillars of blue light hath spread His tent ;
And walks with us below in silence eloquent.