Late Lyrics and Earlier, With Many Other Verses/Her Temple

by Thomas Hardy

HER TEMPLE

DEAR, think not that they will forget you:
—If craftsmanly art should be mine
I will build up a temple, and set you
Therein as its shrine.

They may say: "Why a woman such honour?"
—Be told, "O, so sweet was her fame,
That a man heaped this splendour upon her;
None now knows his name."