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little corner of England (28) lo how a rose 'ere bloometh

this night,
crystal-Christ-mas tide
Exeter Cathedral’s windows
blown red,
green, gold,
white;

a taper lit
behind the rood screen,
a chorister’s
single light,
seven centuries
burnt into stone,
into grass
into the Luftwaffe’s
shattered night,
medieval glass;

o come o come o rose
rise incenselike
amongst their
thorny shards.


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