Here you will find the Poem La Vierge Au Donateur of poet Edith Wharton
Here by the ample river?s argent sweep, Bosomed in tilth and vintage to her walls, A tower-crowned Cybele in armoured sleep The city lies, fat plenty in her halls, With calm parochial spires that hold in fee The friendly gables clustered at their base, And, equipoised o?er tower and market-place, The Gothic minister?s winged immensity; And in that narrow burgh, with equal mood, Two placid hearts, to all life?s good resigned, Might, from the altar to the lych-gate, find Long years of peace and dreamless plenitude.
