1920-22 Draft of the Seven Pillars of Wisdom – Page 13

To S.A.

I loved you, so I drew these tides of men into my hands, and wrote my will across the sky
in stars.

To gain you the seven-pillared house of freedom, that your eyes might be shining
for me
When I came.

Death was my servant on the road; till we were near and saw you
waiting;
When you smiled and in sorrowful envy he outran men, and took you apart
Into his quietness .

So our love's earner was your cast-off body, to be held one 
moment
Before earth's soft hands would explore all your face, and the blind womans
transmute
Your failing substance.

Men prayed me to set my work, the inviolate home, in memory of
you:
But for fit monument I shattered it unfinished, and now the little
things
Creep out, and patch themselves hovels in the marred shadows
Of your gift.