Author Philip Edward Thomas 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 stoneFrom where he dwells, in tenementOr palace of glass, alone. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments