Out of no empty, hollowed dreams

Are buildings built so prominent

As those that stand in high esteem,

Inviting though not dominant,

Bearing a form, not just a form

Loud and showy as might be;

Boasting a norm, not just a norm

Of evanescent vanity.

In the light of visions beam

Warm cottages far above

The cool pomposities that seem

To waste away for want of love.

Better a little cottoge old,

Of undiminished clarity,

Than several buildings that unfold

A mere exterior rarity.

To reach up to the boundless sky

Seems unrelated to the birth

Of those that are considered high,

Content with nothing but the earth.