There oft I paced the aisles, and watch’d the glow
Of the sun setting on the stones below, 250
And saw the failing light, that strove to pass
Through the dim coating of the storied glass,
Nor fell within, but till the day was gone
The red faint fire upon the window shone.
I took the key, and oft-times chose to stay
Till all was vanish’d of the tedious day,
Till I perceived no light, nor heard a sound,
That gave me notice of a world around.