Classic Poem

Not for thyself, not for thyself alone,
Not for thy beauty though so bright it be
O love, fair love, do I so honour thee;
The patient architect lays stone on stone
To build his temple — many a mingled tone
To make the finished harmony must meet
In lovely service and subjection sweet —
And does his master's work, and gives his own,

And in the mighty temple of the Earth
The deep inherent harmony of life,
Eternal in the turmoil and the strife,
Behind the whirl of birth and death and birth,
There have the gods assigned thee part and place,
And all the soul of heaven is in a face.