SUCH natural debts of love our Oxford knows, <br />So many ancient dues undesecrate, <br />I marvel how the landmark of a hate <br />For witness unto future time she chose; <br />How out of her corroborate ranks arose <br />The three, in great denial only great, <br />For Art’s enshrining!… Thus, averted straight, <br />My soul to seek a holier captain goes: <br />That sweet adventurer whom Truth befell <br />When as the synagogues were watching not; <br />Whose crystal name on royal Oriel <br />Hangs like a shield; who, to an outland spot <br />Led hence, beholds his Star, and counts it well <br />Of all his dear domain to live forgot.<br /><br />Louise Imogen Guiney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/martyr-s-memorial/
