Farewell to the Seven Pillars

Love, the way-weary, groped to your body Our brief wage Ours for the moment Before Earth's soft hand explored your shape And the blind Worms grew fat upon Your substance Men prayed me that I set our work The inviolate house As a memory of you But for fit monument I shattered it Unfinished: and now The little things creep out to patch Themselves hovels In the marred shadow Of your gift