To wonder under great arcing hollows,
to gaze upon the cracking art,
knowing not what is to follow
and knowing not what was the start
To peer into the eyes of blessed saints,
that a billion eyes have seen
and though paint over time grows thin and faint
the eyes still gleen and sheen...
Until a violent lick of red
shoots twisting up that christened spire
tragedy and beauty wed,
a millennia engulfed in fire...
And as smoke puffs over noble domes,
the cry of thousands undulate
from the sorrow of its Paris home
to the tears of every country, state.
But out of the chaos a voice has broke!
Ave Maria, so tender a psalm,
yet strong through the smoke.
Live on, Notre Dame.