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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

The Builder

Willard Wattles

From “On the Road”

SMOOTHING a cypress beam

With a scarred hand

I saw a carpenter

In a far land.

Down past the flat roofs

Poured the white sun;

But still he bent his back,

The patient one.

And I paused surprised

In that queer place

To find an old man

With a haunting face.

“Who art thou, carpenter

Of the bowed head;

And what buildest thou?”

“Heaven,” he said.