Inside Of King's College Chapel, Cambridge Poem by William Wordsworth

Inside Of King's College Chapel, Cambridge

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. Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense,
With ill-matched aims the Architect who planned--
Albeit labouring for a scanty band
Of white-robed Scholars only--this immense
And glorious Work of fine intelligence!
Give all thou canst; high Heaven rejects the lore
Of nicely-calculated less or more;
So deemed the man who fashioned for the sense
These lofty pillars, spread that branching roof
Self-poised, and scooped into ten thousand cells,
Where light and shade repose, where music dwells
Lingering--and wandering on as loth to die;
Like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth proof
That they were born for immortality.

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John Agandin 25 October 2019

" this immense And glorious Work of fine intelligence! " - great appreciation of the architect's skill!

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Subhas Chandra Chakra 21 September 2017

Where light and shade repose, where music dwells Lingering- and wandering on as loth to die; Beautifully penned with a muse of eternity.

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