Thus built I my day, -- with a beam at the base, Some windows turned sidewise, a chimney, a door, A cellar half finished, a roof out of place, And all the foundation heaped up on the floor! I wished it to rise in an orderly way, In symmetry fashioned, in beauty designed; And this is the product, this wilderness day, This riot and jumble of work and of mind! I thought of itself it would grow as it should, Part springing from part as a blossom unrolls, The stone and the brick and the neat-jointed wood, No jar or confusion, no cracks and no holes. O Architect, Master of days and of me, Thou Builder of homes where all ravishments dwell, No more will I venture to build without Thee! Plan Thou my to-morrow, and all will be well. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STEVENSON'S BIRTHDAY by KATHERINE WISE MILLER STRANGE MEETINGS: 10 by HAROLD MONRO THE SUNDEW by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE INSOMNIA by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS GRACE AND STRENGTH by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH GREENES FUNERALLS: SONNET 8 by RICHARD BARNFIELD PSALM 128 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |