这是阿拉伯的劳伦斯在他的战争回忆录《智慧七柱》前题写的卷首诗。老大评品一下，算不算好诗？

I loved you, so I drew these tides of men into my hands
_____________and wrote my will across the sky in stars
To earn you, Freedom, the seven pillared worthy house,
_____________that your eyes might be shining for me
________________________________________When we came.

Death seemed my servant on the road, till we were near
_______________________________and saw you waiting;
When you smiled, and in sorrowful envy he outran me
___________________________and took you apart;
_______________________________Into his quietness.

Love, the way-weary, groped to your body, our brief wage
_______________________________ours for the moment
Before earth's soft hand explored your shape, and the blind
_______________________________worms grew fat upon
_________________________________________Your substance.

Men prayed me that I set our work, the inviolate house,
_____________________________as a memory for you.
But to fit monument I shattered it, unfinished; and now
The little things creep out to patch themselves hovels
________________________________in the marred shadow
______________________________________________Of your gift.