Tonight I was reminded of a day
In London town, about a year ago,
When in Westminster’s abbey walls of grey
The voices of a choir colored stone
And beams with echoes of angelic light.
Enlivened and uplifted by the sound—
Heaven’s fervor in the rafters high—
I closed my eyes, and drifted till I drowned…
Waves of music bearing me aloft.
The voices filling hollows in the stone,
And filling me, with something, bright and soft.
The hollows in my heart I hadn’t known.
The music lingers there, as in a dream,
Among the rafters, drifting through the seams.