When The Vexed Hubbub Of Our World Of Gain Roars Round About Me As I Walk The Street, The Myriad Noise Of Traffic, And The Beat Of Toil'S Incessant Hammer, The Fierce Strain Of Struggle Hand To Hand And Brain To Brain, Ofttimes A Sudden Dream My Sense Will Cheat, The Gaudy Shops, The Sky-Piled Roofs Retreat, And All At Once I Stand Enthralled Again Within A Marble Minster Over-Seas. I Watch The Solemn Gold-Stained Gloom That Creeps To Kiss An Alabaster Tomb, Where Sleeps A Lady 'Twixt Two Knights' Stone Effigies, And Every Day In Dusky Glory Steeps Their Sculptured Slumber Of Five Centuries.