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Cathedrals
Inside the vaulted walls
at Salisbury
my voice is arched.
At Winchester
it’s round.
But here in Glastonbury’s ruined choir,
where weary Joseph brought the Grail,
where Arthur lies,
and where my eyes are wide as hymns,
it’s grave;
it goes to ground.
at Salisbury
my voice is arched.
At Winchester
it’s round.
But here in Glastonbury’s ruined choir,
where weary Joseph brought the Grail,
where Arthur lies,
and where my eyes are wide as hymns,
it’s grave;
it goes to ground.
Published 28th Feb 2022
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