When Love Becomes a Stranger

When Love becomes a stranger
In the temple he has built
Of remembered nights and days,
When he sighs and turns away
From the altar in the temple
With unreturning feet,
When the candles flicker out

And the magical-sweet incense
Vanishes . . .
Do you think there is grief born

In any god's heart?

From On a Grey Thread (Will Ransom, 1923) by Elsa Gidlow. This poem is in the public domain.