THE ADORATION

By William Rose Benét

Now, like withdrawing music

Where pillared aisles implore,

You are a vanished choir,

A soft-closed door.

Victorious voices blended

Fade, and I kneel still-hearted.

Sudden my life is ended.

We have parted.

Lost in the vault's vast splendor

My ghost goes rising, thinning.

Can heartbreak be an end, or

Some strange beginning?