They met, and overwhelming her distrust <br />With penitence, he praised away her fear; <br />They married, and Job gave him half a year <br />To wreck the temple, as we knew he must. <br />He fumbled hungrily to readjust <br />A fallen altar, but the road was clear <br />By which it was her will to disappear <br />That evening when Job found him in the dust. <br /> <br />Job would have deprecated such a way <br />Of heaving fuel on a sacred fire, <br />Yet even the while we saw it going out, <br />Hardly was Job to find his hour to shout; <br />And Job was not, so far as we could say, <br />The confirmation of her soul’s desire.<br /><br />Edwin Arlington Robinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/job-the-rejected/
