SYMONS, Arthur


At Burgos

Miraculous silver-work in stone

Against the blue miraculous skies,

The belfry towers and turrets rise

Out of the arches that enthrone

That airy wonder of the skies.

Softly against the burning sun

The great cathedral spreads its wings;

High up, the lyric belfry sings.

Behold Ascension Day begun

Under the shadow of those wings!