Virna Sheard,
The Ballad of the Quest
“ Is it early? Is it late? Fairy-clock! O tell me true, As I blow you down the wind, out upon a road of blue! THE TEMPLE Enter the temple beautiful! The house not made with hands! Rain-washed and green, wind-swept and clean, Beneath the blue it stands, And no cathedral anywhere Seemeth so holy or so fair. It hath no heavy gabled roof, no door with lock and key; No window-bars shut out the stars, The aisles are wide and free;— Here through the night each altar-light Is but a moon-beam, silver-white. ”
