8.
I wandered through the city till I came
Within the vast cathedral, cool and dim;
I looked upon the windows all aflame
With blazoned knights and saints and seraphim.
I looked on kings in purple, gold and blue,
On martyrs high before whom all men bow;
Until a gleam of light my footsteps drew
Before a shining seraph, on whose brow
A little flame, for ever pure and white,