| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882). Complete Poetical Works. 1893. | | | | Ultima Thule | Sonnets.
My Cathedral |
| | | LIKE two cathedral towers these stately pines | |
| Uplift their fretted summits tipped with cones; | |
| The arch beneath them is not built with stones, | |
| Not Art but Nature traced these lovely lines, | |
| And carved this graceful arabesque of vines; | 5 |
| No organ but the wind here sighs and moans, | |
| No sepulchre conceals a martyr’s bones, | |
| No marble bishop on his tomb reclines. | |
| Enter! the pavement, carpeted with leaves, | |
| Gives back a softened echo to thy tread! | 10 |
| Listen! the choir is singing; all the birds, | |
| In leafy galleries beneath the eaves, | |
| Are singing! listen, ere the sound be fled, | |
| And learn there may be worship without words. | | | | |
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