These people have not heard your name;
No loungers in this placid place
Have helped to bruit your beauty's fame.
The grey Cathedral, towards whose face
Bend eyes untold, has met not yours;
Your shade has never swept its base,
Your form has never darked its doors,
Nor have your faultless feet once thrown
A pensive pit-pat on its floors.
Along the street to maids well known
Blithe lovers hum their tender airs,
But in your praise voice not a tone.
- Since nought bespeaks you here, or bears,
As I, your imprint through and through,
Here might I rest, till my heart shares
The spot's unconsciousness of you!
The 14th Century Cathedral at Salisbury is one of the finest examples of Gothic Architecture in the World. Its majestic spire (the tallest in the UK) towers over the city and the surrounding Salisbury Plain. The cathedral also contains great treasures, notably, the world's oldest working clock (from 1386) and one of the four surviving original copies of Magna Carta.
It sits in the middle of a beautiful green close and cloister in the pleasant town of Salisbury.