UPON THE SAND

All love that has not friendship for its base,
   Is like a mansion built upon the sand.
   Though brave its walls as any in the land,
And its tall turrets lift their heads in grace;
Though skilful and accomplished artists trace
   Most beautiful designs on every hand,
   And gleaming statues in dim niches stand,
And fountains play in some flow'r-hidden place;

Yet, when from the frowning east a sudden gust
   Of adverse fate is blown, or sad rains fall
   Day in, day out, against is yielding wall,
Lo! the fair structure crumbles to the dust.
Love, to endure life's sorrow and earth's woe,
Needs friendship's solid masonwork below.

Poems of Passion by Ella Wheeler
Chicago : Belford, Clarke & Co, 1883.


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