Uncompleted for more than forty years
Tarry in the evergreen
Under ice of procrastination
Forlorn hopes and taunting
And so it stood forty years
Embarrasment of monumental
That stood against the conscience of time
Tardier fortune and procrastinated riches
And weary voyages and hope dettered
A weary to the doting heart and lethargy
To the golden hills
And lo before we could say jack
Herald of golden hills and opulence alights
Embarrasment of profound obscurity
Tergiversated into monument of esteem
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