Job the Rejected by Edwin Arlington Robinson
They met, and overwhelming her distrust With penitence, he praised away her fear; They married, and Job gave him half a year To wreck the temple, as we knew he must. He fumbled hungrily to readjust A fallen altar, but the road was clear By which it was her will to disappear That evening when Job found him in the dust.
Job would have deprecated such a way Of heaving fuel on a sacred fire, Yet even the while we saw it going out, Hardly was Job to find his hour to shout; And Job was not, so far as we could say, The confirmation of her soul’s desire.
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