We cannot know what John of Leyden felt Under the Bishop 's tongs - we can only Walk in temperate London, our educated city, Wishing to cry as freely as they did who died In the Age of Faith. We have our loneliness And our regret with which to build an eschatology.
Peter Porter (1989). “A Porter Selected: Poems, 1959-1989”, Oxford ; New York : Oxford University Press
