Two or three angels Came near to the earth. They saw a fat church. Little black streams of people Came and went in continually. And the angels were puzzled To know why the people went thus, And why they stayed so long within.
The speaker imagines a few angels drifting close to earth, where they spot a plump, prosperous-looking church. Down below, crowds move in and out like dark little streams—steady, almost automatic. The angels can’t figure out why the people keep going inside or what holds them there for so long.
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