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."
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"Dear, think not that they will forget you:..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Thomas Hardy delivers a powerful performance in "Her Temple"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...