Maurice Lindsay's complex response to the Mozart work includes an allusion to John Donne's Holy Sonnet 7 ("At the round earth's imagined corners, blow your trumpets, angels ...").

The piece can be found in his Collected Poems of 1979. Among his many roles, Lindsay was at one time a music critic.

A MASS OF MOZART'S

Rococo angels chub their puffy cheeks;

filgree sunshine filters cream and gold

through sainted windows; consolation gleams,

unquestionable as authority;

a sensous arras hangs, and flames of candles

lean to it, breathing out their soft hosannas.

Agnus dei, who took away the sins

of the eighteenth-century world where Mozart poured

his order and assurance through these words

worn smooth by Latin centuries, for me,

Kyrie eleison, sceptic shadows lie

along the mind's cold crevices. The chill of faithful

stone that has outlived its common purpose

no longer shields to bless. Yet the unanswerable

Dona nobis pacem soars above

these gilded prayers, those rafters of belief;

and though no heaven holds the judgment winds'

four corners, and the old imagined earth

turns aimless, there's at least the heart's Amen

that music moulds such certain transiencies.

Kyrie eleison = Lord, have pity