Seven Pillars of Wisdom, by T. E. Lawrence


To S.A.

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 worthy 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 inviolate 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 marred shadow

Of your gift.

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