...aint in desk and chandelier; Bell, whose century-rusted tongue Burials tolled and bridals rung; Loft, whose tiny organ kept Keys that Snetzler's hand had swept; Altar, o'er whose tablet old Sinai 's law its thunders rolled! Suddenly the sharp cry came: ‘Look! St. Michael's is aflame!’ Round the low tower wall the fire Snake-like wound its coil of ire. Sacred in its gray r...