Justine's Pick

[Johnson 183]

I've heard an Organ talk, sometimes

In a Cathedral Aisle,

And understood no word it said —

Yet held my breath, the while —

And risen up — and gone away,

A more Bernadine Girl —

Yet — know not what was done to me

In that old Chapel Aisle.

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(I know it's simple, but I like it.)