It Was A Humble Church, With Arches Low, The Church We Entered There, Where Many A Weary Soul Since Long Ago Had Past With Plaint Or Prayer. Mournful And Still It Was At Day'S Decline, The Day We Entered There; As In A Loveless Heart, At The Lone Shrine, The Fires Extinguished Were. Scarcely Was Heard To Float Some Gentlest Sound, Scarcely Some Low Breathed Word, As In A Forest Fallen Asleep, Is Found Just One Belated Bird.