THEY met, and overwhelming her distrust With penitence, he praised away her fear; They married, and Job gave him half a year To wreck the temple, as we knew he must. He fumbled hungrily to readjust A fallen altar, but the road was clear By which it was her will to disappear That evening when Job found him in the dust. Job would have deprecated such a way Of heaving fuel on a sacred fire, Yet even the while we saw it going out, Hardly was Job to find his hour to shout; And Job was not, so far as we could say, The confirmation of her soul's desire. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A VAGABOND SONG by BLISS CARMAN ON MUSIC by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR FROM THE ANTIQUE (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI TO THE SHIP OF STATE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS IMMORTALIA NE SPERES by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE RUTH by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER IF THE WORLD WERE RIGHT by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |