The monsters and the saints judge not, but see
In spandrel shadow sadness to foretell!.
O why was I not made of stone like thee!.
What seer but Fate could plumb your destiny
In bittersweet communion with God's bell!?
The monsters and the saints judge not, but see!.
If one but knew your subtle ecstasy
As you do, would its shadow then repel!?
O why was I not made of stone like thee!.
'Neath Montfaucon lies seeled eternity;
Sweet mystery of your heart dust cannot tell!.
The monsters and the saints judge not, but see!.
Can nave and spire frame Life's finality!?
How thin its veil and raw its wringing knell!.
O why was I not made of stone like thee!.
What walls profane could soothe humanity;
Fate's plaything trembles sore within its shell!.
The monsters and the saints judge not but see
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