THEY met, and overwhelming her distrust With penitence, he praised away her fear; They married, and Job gave him half a year To wreck the temple, as we knew he must. He fumbled hungrily to readjust A fallen altar, but the road was clear By which it was her will to disappear That evening when Job found him in the dust. Job would have deprecated such a way Of heaving fuel on a sacred fire, Yet even the while we saw it going out, Hardly was Job to find his hour to shout; And Job was not, so far as we could say, The confirmation of her soul's desire. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HERITAGE by GWENDOLYN B. BENNETT THE MAN WITH THE HOE'; A REPLY by JOHN VANCE CHENEY MADONNA OF THE EVENING FLOWERS by AMY LOWELL NATIONAL ODE; INDEPENDENCE SQUARE, PHILADELPHIA by BAYARD TAYLOR THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): MEDEA'S DREAM by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS THE COMPLAINT by JOSEPH BEAUMONT UNDER THE PINES by ARTHUR STANLEY BOURINOT TO A YOUNG LADY, WITH A POEM ON THE FRENCH REVOLUTION by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE A NORSE WAR-SONG, A.D. 750, FR. THE DEATH SONG OF LODBROC by WILLIAM ALEXANDER CRAIG |