I loved you, so I drew these tides of men into my hands and wrote my will across the sky in stars
To earn you Freedom, the seven-pillared worthy1 house, that your eyes might be shining for me
When we came.
Death seemed my servant on the road, till we were near and saw you waiting:
When you smiled, and in sorrowful envy he outran me and took you apart:
Into his quietness.
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 inviolate2 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 marred3 shadow
Of your gift.
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1 worthy | |
adj.(of)值得的,配得上的;有价值的 | |
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2 inviolate | |
adj.未亵渎的,未受侵犯的 | |
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3 marred | |
adj. 被损毁, 污损的 | |
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