Of pastoral staffs and angel wings,
In a rainbow ruin of sacred things
He held high court in the way of kings.
All the while in a royal rage
He pelted with fragments of foliage,
Curly acanthus and vineleaf scroll,
Finial, dogtooth and aureole,
The linnets and finches who came to condole.
Crowned with a cobwebby cardinal's hat
That swooped from the vaulted roof like a bat,