1. My longings tell me, “These are their abodes.”

    I answer, “Yes—but without them, they lie desolate.”

  2. I never loved the dwelling save for its people;

    And after them, may rain never bless whoever dwells there.

  3. That abode is no longer the same abode, once its people are gone,

    Nor, after them, is time the same time.

Sol 5.6