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...OLD MEN ON THE COURTHOUSE LAWN, MURRAY, KENTUCKY by JAMES GALVIN FOR WALT WHITMAN by DAVID IGNATOW THE MARRIAGE (1) by TIMOTHY LIU THE LIVING STARS by GEORGE SANTAYANA TANGENTIAL by LOUIS UNTERMEYER HE RULETH NOT THROUGH HE RAIGNE OVER REALMES by THOMAS WYATT |