BRING hither trowel, carving-tool and knife: Finish the stonework, plane the seasoned wood! Let all the work be perfect; sound and good; These two will build a house up,—man and wife,— Its rooms made musical with joyous strife Of children's voices, and sweet hardihood Of laughter where each faithful friend has stood The brunt of time. While on their future life, Wistful, she gazes, he is fain to prove Her dream's foundations, marking the commands Of the great Architect, that when all's done, Dug in the Rock and built of purest love, They may possess a house not made with hands, Eternal in the heavens, for ever one. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...O DREAMS, O DESTINATIONS by CECIL DAY LEWIS IT JUST SO HAPPENS by JAMES GALVIN EVERYBODY KNOWS by DAVID IGNATOW TO A PRIZE BIRD by MARIANNE MOORE HYBRIDS OF WAR: A MORALITY POEM: 2. CAMBODIA by KAREN SWENSON |