Sandcastle
I stand, a soul that sees somewhat what ought To be, and as the eve-tide rushes in, Engulfs me, here I stand, the light grown dim, But for what I stand here I know not. The castles fair, the glories that I'd sought, The many pillared halls that lie within, Would crumble with the darkling waves as sand, Would wisp away as clouds that come to naught: For all we've built, we prosperous men of craft, For hidden things unveiled, for power gained, What yoke and fetters did we take unasked? To what dark purpose have our wills been chained? And when this sandcastle would collapse, What memory keep we that would remain?