by Thomas Hardy (1840 - 1928)

Language: English 
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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