Shadows (Howe)/Retrospect

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RETROSPECT
THE stately pile I passed to-day was marredWith dust and shattered glass and school-boy scrawlsOf chalk defacing all the lower walls;But from beyond I looked and saw them not—Only the pinnacles gleamed heavenward.To-night I think on one beloved, and dead,And marvel at the nothings once so grave.Now banners of his strength above them wave,Now are the lower earth-stained walls forgot;The glorious towers are shining overhead.
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