Oft have I seen at some cathedral door
A laborer, pausing in the dust and heat,
Lay down his burden, and with reverent feet
Enter, and cross himself, and on the floor
Kneel to repeat his paternoster o'er;
Far off the noises of thw world retreat;
The loud vociferations of the street
Become an undistinguishable roar.
So, as I enter her form day to day,
And leave my burden at this minster gate,
Kneeling in prayer, and not ashamed to pray,
The tumult of the time disconsoalate
To inarticulte murmurs dies away,
While the eternal ages watch and wait.
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This is a poem in the perface of Dante's Inferno. I just found it so simple, moving, and true. That I thought that I would share it. I wish that I knew the composer. It maybe latter in the book. Not sure yet. I'll more that likely post more of my more liked parts of the book.
