Great Coxwell tithe barn (William Morris said)

‘As noble as a great cathedral’ – and

On the same mighty scale.

                                          Arriving there

One incandescent afternoon, we saw

In the arrow-slit just over the main portal

A carrion crow alighting. It then flew

A dipping flight the length of the dark hall

To pass, without a feint at hesitation,

Out through the other slit at the far end,

The white glare momentarily gone black: