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From the French of Emile Verhaeren	A
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He who walks through the meadows of Champagne	A
At noon in Fall when leaves like gold appear	B
Sees it draw near	B
Like some great mountain set upon the plain	A
From radiant dawn until the close of day	C
Nearer it grows	D
To him who goes	D
Across the country When tall towers lay	C
Their shadowy pall	E
Upon his way	C
He enters where	F
The solid stone is hollowed deep by all	G
Its centuries of beauty and of prayer	F
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Ancient French temple thou whose hundred kings	H
Watch over thee emblazoned on thy walls	I
Tell me within thy memory hallowed halls	I
What chant of triumph or what war song rings	H
Thou hast known Clovis and his Frankish train	A
Whose mighty hand Saint Remy's hand did keep	J
And in thy spacious vault perhaps may sleep	J
An echo of the voice of Charlemagne	A
For God thou has known fear when from His side	K
Men wandered seeking alien shrines and new	A
But still the sky was bountiful and blue	A
And thou wast crowned with France's love and pride	K
Sacred thou art from pinnacle to base	L
And in thy panes of gold and scarlet glass	M
The setting sun sees thousandfold his face	L
Sorrow and joy in stately silence pass	M
Across thy walls the shadow and the light	N
Around thy lofty pillars tapers white	N
Illuminate with delicate sharp flames	O
The brows of saints with venerable names	O
And in the night erect a fiery wall	G
A great but silent fervour burns in all	G
Those simple folk who kneel pathetic dumb	P
And know that down below beside the Rhine	A
Cannon horses soldiers flags in line	A
With blare of trumpets mighty armies come	P
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Suddenly each knows fear	B
Swift rumours pass that every one must hear	Q
The hostile banners blaze against the sky	R
And by the embassies mobs rage and cry	R
Now war has come and peace is at an end	S
On Paris town the German troops descend	S
They are turned back and driven to Champagne	A
And now as to so many weary men	A
The glorious temple gives them welcome when	A
It meets them at the bottom of the plain	A
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At once they set their cannon in its way	C
There is no gable now nor wall	G
That does not suffer night and day	C
As shot and shell in crushing torrents fall	G
The stricken tocsin quivers through the tower	T
The triple nave the apse the lonely choir	T
Are circled hour by hour	T
With thundering bands of fire	T
And Death is scattered broadcast among men	A
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And then	A
That which was splendid with baptismal grace	L
The stately arches soaring into space	L
The transepts columns windows gray and gold	U
The organ in whose tones the ocean rolled	U
The crypts of mighty shades the dwelling places	V
The Virgin's gentle hands the Saints' pure faces	V
All even the pardoning hands of Christ the Lord	W
Were struck and broken by the wanton sword	W
Of sacrilegious lust	X
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O beauty slain O glory in the dust	X
Strong walls of faith most basely overthrown	A
The crawling flames like adders glistening	Y
Ate the white fabric of this lovely thing	Y
Now from its soul arose a piteous moan	A
The soul that always loved the just and fair	F
Granite and marble loud their woe confessed	Z
The silver monstrances that Popes had blessed	Z
The chalices and lamps and crosiers rare	F
Were seared and twisted by a flaming breath	A2
The horror everywhere did range and swell	B2
The guardian Saints into this furnace fell	B2
Their bitter tears and screams were stilled in death	A2
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Around the flames armed hosts are skirmishing	Y
The burning sun reflects the lurid scene	A
The German army fighting for its life	C2
Rallies its torn and terrified left wing	Y
And as they near this place	L
The imperial eagles see	D2
Before them in their flight	N
Here in the solemn night	N
The old cathedral to the years to be	D2
Showing with wounded arms their own disgrace	L

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