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						At Burgos by Arthur Symons 
						
						Miraculous silver-work in stone  Against the blue miraculous skies,  The belfry towers and turrets rise  Out of the arches that enthrone  That airy wonder of the skies. 
  Softly against the burning sun  The great cathedral spreads its wings;  High up, the lyric belfry sings.  Behold Ascension Day begun  Under the shadow of those wings! 						 
						
						
						
						
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