St. George’s Chapel, Windsor—
The Hallowed in the Holy of Holies
Perfection is permitted in the Quire
Beyond the nave within the chapel of
The Queen, but this is not because the fire
From anthems flames up from a godly love
In splendid lines of singing and of verse.
No, it is in this bass who stands so tall,
So fine in beauty. Candle lights disperse
Their warmth across his loveliness. The stall
Is darkened wood that carves out one wet eye
And hair and tiny ears. He listens to
The music with them so that notes nearby
Can guide to harmonies that make Christ true.
Lit lyric lips and faultless jaw and nose
Are what these sacred precincts now disclose.