Cathedral Green
I lay abed that morning
First night away from home
Restless and long awake
The covers still unfamiliar
And the light breaking through the curtains
Making new criss-cross patterns
On different walls and furniture
In a room I did not recognise
And I heard the heavy bells
Deep and penetrating
Striking every quarter hour
In that early part of day
And I crept across the floor
To peer through cloudy windows
And the rain-streaked panes
At the freshness of the green
The cultivated square
That was the cathedral lawn
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