I BUILT myself a house of glass:
It took me years to make it:
And I was proud. But now, alas,
Would God someone would break it.
But it looks too magnificent.
No neighbour casts a stone
From where he dwells, in tenement
Or palace of glass, alone.
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I BUILT MYSELF A HOUSE OF GLASS. · Edward Thomas · Poetry Cove