 | The Poetry of Real Life |  |
ON THE COLUMNAR APPEARANCE OF THE SUN SETTING OVER THE SEA.
There is a column, such as was not wroughtFor Solomon's grand temple, stone and gold,
And marble, though most wondrous to behold:
Though taxing human power and human thought,
And all earth's treasures, for its glory sought!
O God, if I to ask may make so bold,
What wondrous temple was it made to uphold,
There lying, as not to completion brought!
And my soul whispers: it was made for this
Day's holy temple, fading soft away,
While the light wind its cloud-cap'd dome doth kiss,
And breaks it into gorgeous disarray—
Yet still that golden column witnesses
Of its surpassing glory, in decay!
| The Poetry of Real Life | |