“He bowed his head. He stood so still,
They bowed their heads as well.
And softly from the organ-loft
The song began to swell.

Come up with blood-red streamers,
The reeds began the strain.
The vox humana pealed on high,
The Spring is risen again!”

—  Alfred Noyes

The Lord of Misrule
The Lord of Misrule and Other Poems (1915)

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