Covered her soul and senses with the calm
And healing of oblivion; while the bats
Came fluttering on quick and noiseless wings
Down the pale shaft of silver light that streamed
Through the short rounded arches high above.
Twittering came they from their native night,
And hung themselves in huddled companies
From the rude blackened rafters overhead,
Far up where darkness lingers through the day;
Then were they silent. But, outside, the dawn