The Towers

[piosenniel]

Try this - one of my favorite poems:

I know a window in a Western tower
that opens on celestial seas,
and there from wells of dark behind the stars
blows ever cold a keen unearthly breeze . . .

Its feet are washed by waves that never rest.
There silent boats go by into the West
all piled and twinkling in the dark
with orient fire in many a hoarded spark that divers won
in waters of the rumoured sun . . .