Whose cramped ill-featured streets huddled about

The minster for protection, never out

Of its black belfry's shade and its bells' roar.

The brighter shone the suburb,—all the more

Ugly and absolute that shade's reproof

Of any chance escape of joy,—some roof,

Taller than they, allowed the rest detect,—

Before the sole permitted laugh (suspect

Who could, 't was meant for laughter, that ploughed cheek's

Repulsive gleam!) when the sun stopped both peaks