“ Flamboyant, bore a light, laughed loud and free,
And feared not any man—until—until—
There sprang a mailed figure from a throne,
Gorgeous, imperial, glowing—a monstrosity
Magnificent as death and as death terrible. ”

“ These saints from out their places—breaking roof,
Wall, window, portal—and the great grave arch
Smoked with the awful funeral smoke of doom.
Thus died they and their church—but from the wreck
Of fire and smoke and broken wood and stone
There rose a figure greater far than they—
Their Lord who dwells within no house of hands;
Whose beauty hath no need of any form! ”