The Chapel
A P ICTURE
High-perched upon a purple parapet,
A saintly sentinel of marble hewn,
Darkly defined in sable silhouette
Against the silver of a gibbous moon,
Stretched out a handless arm as black as jet,
Calling upon the stars in prayer or threat.
Within the porch, an angel lying prone
Pressed her white bosom to a broken cross;
And grizzly Death engraven on a stone,
Jaundiced and leprous with the lichen floss,
Leered through a jungle-maze of grass unmown,
And laughed to see an angel overthrown.
High-perched upon a purple parapet,
A saintly sentinel of marble hewn,
Darkly defined in sable silhouette
Against the silver of a gibbous moon,
Stretched out a handless arm as black as jet,
Calling upon the stars in prayer or threat.
Within the porch, an angel lying prone
Pressed her white bosom to a broken cross;
And grizzly Death engraven on a stone,
Jaundiced and leprous with the lichen floss,
Leered through a jungle-maze of grass unmown,
And laughed to see an angel overthrown.
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