So many years I toiled like Caliban To fetch the stones and earth to build my fane; So many years I thought before the brain Reluctant would divulge the final plan. Years upon years to forge the invented tools Novel, as all my temple should be new; Years upon years to fashion and to hew The stones that should astound a world of fools. Now shall I build? Cui bono? -- lo, the salt Hath lost its savour and I have no will: What reck I now of gate or dome or vault? Among the ruins of the thing undone I sit and ask myself Cui bono? till The sun sets, and a bat flies past the sun. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CALL TO THE COLORS by ARTHUR GUITERMAN RUNNING THE BATTERIES by HERMAN MELVILLE SONG OF THE ENGINE by ALEXANDER ANDERSON PSALM 20. EXAUDIAT TE DEUS by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE VALUES by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE BEYOND THE BARS by GEORGE E. BOWEN |