They have made for Leonora this low dwelling in the ground, <br />And with cedar they have woven the four walls round. <br />Like a little dryad hiding she’ll be wrapped all in green, <br />Better kept and longer valued than by ways that would have been. <br /> <br />They will come with many roses in the early afternoon, <br />They will come with pinks and lilies and with Leonora soon; <br />And as long as beauty’s garments over beauty’s limbs are thrown, <br />There’ll be lilies that are liars, and the rose will have its own. <br /> <br />There will be a wondrous quiet in the house that they have made, <br />And to-night will be a darkness in the place where she’ll be laid; <br />But the builders, looking forward into time, could only see <br />Darker nights for Leonora than to-night shall ever be.<br /><br />Edwin Arlington Robinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/leonora/
