At the Wailing Wall in Jerusalem -- poem by Countee Cullen (part of COLOR)

 part of early poetry (1925 publication) -- in Major Jackson's edition of "Collected Poems" for Library

of America Series 2013, ISBN 978-1-59853-083-4 - American Poets Project

Of all the grandeur that was Solomon's

High testament of Israel's far pride,

Shedding its lustre like a sun of suns,

This feeble flicker only has not died.

This wall alone reminds a vanquished race,

This brief remembrance still retained in stone, 

That sure foundations guard their given place

To rehabilitate the overthrown.

So in the battered temple of the heart,

That grief is harder on that time on stone,

Though three sides crumble, one will stand apart,

Where thought may mourn its past, remembrance groan,

And hands now bare that once were rich with rings

Rebuild upon the ancient site of things.