I stared instead around the pillared hall
of that great church. Of men of better faith
it had been raised a testimony to
the awe of God. The one near me withstood
the roof on which vicissitudes had rained.
On it depended four great vaults which reared
into the distances where twilight broods
like God on the primeval water-waste.
The vaults a mystery; the pillar reared
to hold that intersection up alone.
To him who overcomes will fall that part
on which depends in all the world to come
some unimaginable glimpse of God
that otherwise would not have been expressed.