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I sat me weary on a pillar's base, And leaned against the shaft; for broad moonlight O'erflowed the peacefulness of cloistered space, A shore of shadow slanting from the right: The great cathedral's western front stood there, A wave-worn rock in that calm sea of air.
Before it, opposite my place of rest, Two figures faced each other, large, austere; A couchant sphinx in shadow to the breast, An angel standing in the moonlight clear; So mighty by magnificence of form, They were not dwarfed beneath that mass enorm.