Chapter XV: Part II: The City

“They might chirp and chaffer, come and go
For pleasure or profit, her men alive--
My business is hardly with them I trow,
But with the empty cells of the human hive;
--With the chapter-room, the cloister-porch,
The church’s apsis, aisle or nave,
Its crypt, one fingers along with a torch,
Its face set full for the sun to shave.”

--_Browning._