Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand:
Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand!
What fun and beauty is there in a sure thing? This theme was touched on in the context of love last week in the Yeats poem I posted. Here, Edna St. Vincent Millay puts in in very simple and enticing terms. Do you want an ugly house, or a shining palace? Never mind the stability, the question is beauty, which can be a flighty, unstable thing indeed. Beautifully, succinctly put.