Though you have lost the faith that urged your hand; Though the god is lost for whom you planned This temple; though abandonment your thought -- Remembering bitterly the hours you wrought To form, cutting each block foursquare and true, An honest structure with no line askew -- Be patient still. Lay not your tools aside, But with devotion and an humbler pride Set stone on stone. Thus may your pain produce A shrine, though consecrated to a simpler use. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A NEW HYMN by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ALBERT SCHIRDING by EDGAR LEE MASTERS PICKING AND CHOOSING by MARIANNE MOORE TOM O'ROUGHLEY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 43 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |