Cathedral Voluntary, A - Part 6

VI.

Great stairs of flaming sound erected clear
Beyond the madness of the mountaineer:
And who shall sail in all terrestrial seas
Such lucent ocean-sanctuaries as these?
Were human purpose tempered half so fine
As that which in these trumpets I divine,
Then would we take the morning star for neighbour;
Lighthearted as the labouring wind our labour
(Who charioteers the nodding pomps of cloud),
To thrid the last pale strangling depths of sea
Free where Leviathan alone lurks free,
To breathe the central furnace disallowed,
To bask and laugh aloud
On Polar floors to secular silence vowed.
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