From page 163 of “Here’s England” by Ruth McKenney and Richard Bransten

Soaring pillars, vaulted roofs,
Columns rise unbroken.
The great pointed walls of stone,
This massive stone;
Flight of steep, leads upward.

You–subdued, dim, half conscious,
Clumsy, solid, naive.
The massive walls.

You feel awkward,
Scared, excited, daring,
On the threshold of a dream.