第3章让心灵去旅行（3）
&eredfromtheiofWestminsterSchhalong，loassage，thathadanalmostsubterraneanlook，beingdimlylightedibycircularperforationsinthemassivewalls。ThroughthisdarkavenueIhadadistahecloisters，withthefigureofaner，inhisblaovingalongtheirshadowyvaults，andseemirefromoheneighbtombs。Theapproachtotheabbeythroughthesegloomymonastispreparesthemindforitssolemioersstillretaihiandseerdays。Thegraywallsarediscoloredbydamps，andgwithage;aosshasgatheredovertheinssofthemuralmos，ahedeath'sheads，andotherfuhesharptouchesofthechiselaregoherichtraceryofthearches;theroseswhiedthekey-stoheirleafybeauty;everythingbearsmarksofthegradualdilapidationsoftime，whichyethassomethingtoudpleasinginitsverydecay。
Thesundowumnalrayintothesquareofthecloisters;beaminguponastyplotofgrassier，andlightingupahevaultedpassagewithakindofduskysplendor。Frombetweenthearcades，theeyeglaoabitofblueskyorapassingdbeheldthesun-giltpiheabbeytintotheazureheaven。
AsIpacedthecloisters，sometimesplatingthismiureofgloryanddedsometimeseodeciphertheinssoones，whiedthepavemehmyfeet，myeyewasattractedtures，rudelyrelief，butnearlywornawaybythefootstepsofmaioheeffigiesofthreeoftheearlyabbots;theepitaphswereehenamesaloneremained，havingnodoubtbeeertimes。（Vitalis。Abbas。1082，ausus。Abbas。1114，aius。Abbas。1176。）Iremailewhile，musihesecasualrelitiquity，thusleftlikewrethisdistaime，tellisugshadbeen，aeaoralbutthefutilityofthatpridewhichhopesstilltoexaageioliveinanins。Alittlelonger，ahesefaintrecordswillbeobliterated，awillorial。WhilstIwasyetlookingdownupoones，Iwasrousedbythesoundoftheabbeyclfrombuttresstobuttress，andeoers。Itisalmtohearthiswarimesoundingamoombs，ahelapseofthehour，which，likeabillow，hasrolledusonwardtrave。Ipursuedmywalktoanarcheddtotheiheabbey。here，themaghebuildingbreaksfullyuponthemind，trastedwiththevaultsofthecloisters。Theeyesgazewithwoclusterednsofgigantisions，ringingfromthemtosuamazi;andmanwanderingabouttheirbases，shrunkintoinsignifiparisonwithhisownhandiwork。Thespaessandgloomofthisvastedificeproduysteriousawe。Westepcautiouslyandsoftlyabout，asiffearfulthehallowedsileomb;whileeveryfootfallwhispersalongthewalls，andchattersamongthesepulchers，makingusmoresehequietwehaveied。
Itseemsasiftheawfulheplacepressesdownuponthesoul，ahebeholderintonoiselessreverewearesurrouhegregatedbomenofpasttimes，whohavefilledhistorywiththeirdeeds，ahtheirrenown。
Aalmostprovokesasmileatthevanityofhumanambitioheyarecrowdedtogetherahedust;arsimonyisobservedindolingoutasook，agloomyer，alittleportioothose，whom，whenalive，kingdomsotsatisfy;andhoes，andforms，andartificesaredevisedtocatchtheoticeofthepassenger，andsavefretfulness，forafewshortyears，anamewhiceaspiredtooccupyagesoftheworld'sthoughtandadmiration。
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Iuedinthiswaytomovefromtombtotomb，andfromchapeltochapel。Thedaywasgraduallywearingaway;thedistanttreadofloiterersabouttheabbeygrewlessandlessfrequeonguedbellwassummoningtoeveningprayers;andIsawatadistaers，iesurplices，gtheaisleahechoir。IstoodbeforetheeoHeh'schapel。Aflightofstepsleadupthadeepandgloomy，butmagarch。Greatgatesofbrass，riddelicatelywrought，turnheavilyupes，asifproudlyreluitthefeetofortalsintothismeousofsepulchres。
&eriohepompofarchitedtheelaboratebeautyofsculptureddetail。Theverywallsarewroughtintouniversalor，iradstoniches，crowdedwiththestatutesofsaintsandmartyrs。Stoheglaborofthechisel，tohavebeesweightay，suspe，asifbymagidthefrettedroofachievedwiththewonderfulminutenessayofacobweb。