in laic mode she whispered low words spoke to chase , though uttered slow : `` i pray the hills remember well as nodding monkshood bells do knell that bitterness , the sagest taste has stalked diffuse across this waste for time immemorial ; that long before the songs of man the first primordial lines did scan the furrowed brows of each sage clan with fear corporeal ; so look upon the monast'ry , built tall from blocks of sandstone scree and windows glazed with the true tree , the cruciferous seal ; look upon the subtle craft when it stands real yet true to draft ; and think how those sage gambollers became a race of thoughtful scholars . ''