English poem
The Altar of Heaven
by Eunice Tietjens (1884–1944)
Beneath the leaning, rain-washed sky this great white circle—beautiful!
In three white terraces the circle lies, piled one on one toward Heaven. And on each terrace the white balustrade climbs in aspiring marble, etched in cloud. And Heaven is very near. For this is worship native as the air, wide as the wind, and poignant as the rain, Pure aspiration, the eternal dream.
Beneath the leaning sky this great white circle!