From naked stones of agony I will build a house for me; As a mason all alone I will raise it, stone by stone, And every stone where I have bled Will show a sign of dusky red. I have not gone the way in vain, For I have good of all my pain; My spirit's quiet house will be Built of naked stones I trod On roads where I lost sight of God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE POET AND HIS SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR NEVER TOO LATE: THE PALMER'S ODE by ROBERT GREENE DIFFERENT MINDS by RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH THE CLOUDED SOUL by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA SONNET: MAN VERSUS ASCETIC. 1 by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |