from ‘Solitude’

 Clare’s wonderful description of Peterborough Cathedral, from the second half of ‘Solitude’.

     Dizzy nauntling high & proud
    Top stone loosing in a cloud
    Where the cross to time resignd
    Creaking harshly in the wind
    Crowning high the rifted dome
    Points the pilgrims wisht for home
    While the look fear turns away
    Shuddering at its dread decay
    Then let me my peace pursue
    Neath the shades of gloomy yew
    Dolfull hung wi mourning green
    Suiting well the solemn scene
    There as I may learn to scan
    Mites illustrious called man

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