Lover! in your honor I will build a place
Where you and I may dwell with love apart,
Hand clasped in hand and beating heart to heart,
And find from life's dull tumult a sweet space
Of rest and quiet: on its walls I trace
Shapes of religious and devoted art
And hues of fair imaginings, that start
And fill each service with your sudden face.
Come live in it, for it is yours; your friend
Is but the architect. 'It is dark: so come,
Reveal its form with your indwelling smile.
Nor lack I some far hope that in the end
Your memory may your heritor become,
And live in this pure house a little while.
Arti Rai
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