So many years I toiled like Caliban To fetch the stones and earth to build my fane; So many years I thought before the brain Reluctant would divulge the final plan. Years upon years to forge the invented tools Novel, as all my temple should be new; Years upon years to fashion and to hew The stones that should astound a world of fools. Now shall I build? Cui bono? -- lo, the salt Hath lost its savour and I have no will: What reck I now of gate or dome or vault? Among the ruins of the thing undone I sit and ask myself Cui bono? till The sun sets, and a bat flies past the sun. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ENKINDLED SPRING by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE THE NYMPH'S REPLY TO THE SHEPHERD by WALTER RALEIGH THE FIGHT OF THE ARMSTRONG PRIVATEER by JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE ALMOND BLOSSOM by EDWIN ARNOLD INFLUENCE by BELLE BEARDEN BARRY BETWEEN SLEEP AND WAKING by MATHILDE BLIND |