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In A Church Of Padua By Herman Melville |
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In vaulted place where shadows flit, An upright sombre box you see: A door, but fast, and lattice none, But punctured holes minutely small In lateral silver panel square Above a kneeling-board without, Suggest an aim if not declare. Who bendeth here the tremulous knee No glimpse may get of him within, And he immured may hardly see The soul confessing there the sin; Nor yields the low-sieved voice a tone Whereby the murmurer may be known. Dread diving-bell! In thee inurned What hollows the priest must sound, Descending into consciences Where more is hid than found. | |||||||||||||
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