Author Emily Dickinson 848 Just as He spoke it from his Hands This Edifice remain— A Turret more, a Turret less Dishonor his Design— According as his skill prefer It perish, or endure— Content, soe'er, it ornament His absent character. 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