Temple Bells

Love bade us sing through sacrificial years

Though pierced by wounding thorns among the flowers;

And always through our sacramental tears

We saw a Temple rising. From its towers

Hearing its bells at twilight, we would view

The desert an oasis bright with bloom.

Beauty would compensate our toil; renew

Our autumn hearts. Love's tapers would illume

Our faltering hours; the shadowed valley we

Would walk together, unafraid ... Now lost

And numbed I wait the twilight melody

Knowing the blighting kiss of early frost--

My song is muted to a stifled moan

For I shall hear the temple bells alone.