THERE was a tower, once, In a London street. It was the highest, widest, thickest tower, The proudest, roundest, finest tower Of all towers. English men passed it by: They could not see it all Because it went above tree-tops and clouds. It was lonely up there where the trees stopped Until one day A blue falcon came flying. He cried: "Tower! Do you know you are the highest, finest, roundest, The tallest, proudest, greatest, Of all the towers In all the world?" He went away. That night the tower made a new song About himself. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CAT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE WAYS OF TIME by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE GREEK AT CONSTANTINOPLE by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES TO THE SHAH (2) by AWHAD AD-DIN 'ALI IBN VAHID MUHAMMAD KHAVARANI PATTY MORGAN THE MILKMAID'S STORY: 'LOOK AT THE CLOCK!' by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM TO A SWALLOW BUILDING UNDER THE EAVES [AT CRAIGENPUTTOCK] by JANE WELSH CARLYLE |