I saw a Chapel all of Gold

    That none did dare to enter in，

    And many weeping stood without，

    Weeping， mourning， worshipping.

    I saw a Serpent rise between

    The white pillars of the door，

    And he forc'd and forc'd and forc'd；

    Down the golden hinges tore，

    And along the pavement sweet，

    Set with pearls and rubies² bright，

    All his shining length he drew，

    Till upon the altar white

    Vomiting³ his poison out

    On the Bread and on the Wine.

    So I turn'd into a sty，

    And laid me down among the swine.