"The Tower in Which I Dwell"
by Peter Benoit
It seems the world I loved so well
But late, too soon has passed away;
And that the tower in which I dwell
Collapsed around me yesterday!.
The soil in which mimosa stands
Has marked its timid, prayerful hands
And Autumn's come to Summer's glade
To cover all in gloom and shade!.
The sweet schoolmaster of my skill
Has seen the sacred bridges fall
And I, a trump at Roncesvalles,
Bear witness to a darker will --
Of fountain waters run to sour
And spoil beside an ivied bower!.Www@QuestionHome@Com