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.
Spirit's House
Sara Teasdale
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Poem topics: alone, god, lost, pain, red, raise, good, spirit, quiet, house, stone, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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