I builded carelessly, nor gave much thought To workmanship; my structure towered high, Its splendor dazzling to the casual eye. -- So ornate was this edifice I wrought, The world acclaimed me as each wing and tower Took shape, as if by subtle genius planned. None guessed the narrow distance that it spanned; A few there were who envied me my power. And then, -- almost without a warning sound, The entire structure toppled to the ground. The plaudits ceased; the world, in hurrying by, Too soon forgot my meteoric part. I lacked an understanding of my art; How could I hope my tower would reach the sky When no foundation held it firm and sure? No architect can carry out his dreams With crooked columns, worn and crumbling beams, Rich, painted glass with shutters insecure. -- I since have learned no structure stands alone, Unless Love helps to build the cornerstone. |