The Builder by Zora Cross

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I build my palaces of turkis bright 
Agate and amber ivory and pearl,
I set them shining now where dim mists curl 
And now upon a star a-bloom at night.
The turrets all are tinted diamond white,
Frail flags of thistledown from each unfurl,
And, while faint pipes a goblin-measure skirl,
In every hall I set a flower of light.
For I have seen dull fabrics of flats rise 
And trimly dot the darling earth about
With prim realities through which Time screams 
Unmoved. These may please tame prosaic eyes, 
Without the benediction of a doubt,
But I shall keep my palaces of dreams.

First published in The Sydney Morning Herald, 12 September 1935

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