On aisle, and transept, and your marble grave;
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The moon through the clere-story windows shines,
And the wind washes through the mountain-pines.
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And, in the sweeping of the wind, your ear
The passage of the angels' wings will hear,
And on the lichen-crusted leads above
The rustle of the eternal rain of love.'
(The Church of Brou, Matthew Arnold.)