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William Stanley Braithwaite, ed.  The Book of Georgian Verse.  1909.
Inside of King’s College Chapel, Cambridge, II
By William Wordsworth (1770–1850)
THEY dreamt not of a perishable home
  Who thus could build. Be mine, in hours of fear
  Or grovelling thought, to seek a refuge here;
Or through the aisles of Westminster to roam:
Where bubbles burst, and folly’s dancing foam        5
  Melts, if it cross the threshold; where the wreath
  Of awe-struck wisdom droops: or let my path
Lead to that younger Pile, whose sky-like dome
Hath typified by reach of daring art
  Infinity’s embrace; whose guardian crest,        10
    The silent Cross, among the stars shall spread
  As now, when She hath also seen her breast
Filled with mementos, satiate with its part
    Of grateful England’s overflowing Dead.

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