Thomas Hardy — Her Temple

Dear, think not that they will forget you:        &nbsp - If craftsmanly art should be mine I will build up a temple, and set you        &nbsp       &nbsp Therein as its shrine. They may say: “Why a woman such honour?”        &nbsp - Be told, “O, so sweet was her fame, That a man heaped this splendour upon her;        &nbsp       &nbsp None now knows his name.”