Temples

LUCIE HASKELL HILL

WITHIN the fragrant groves of Lebanon,
The skilled Sidonians hewed the cedar trees,
Fashioned the wood in fretwork, flower, and frieze,
Until each heaven-inspired device was done.

Then slowly down the sea the barges came,
With fir and cedar and great blocks of stone;
And there were none who spoke in strident tone,
And none who dared unhallowed thing to name.

And in Jerusalem, there was no sound
Of ax or hammer or of rasping tool;
But silence lay like some vast, brooding pool
Of water by a mystic mandate bound.

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