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 BLUE AND THE GRAY by FRANCIS MILES FINCH JIM BLUDSO [OF THE PRAIRIE BELLE] by JOHN MILTON HAY DEFEAT AND VICTORY by WALLACE RICE THE WASHINGTON BICENTENNIAL by CLARA BECK THE SCHOOLROOM OF POETS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET TO M. I. (2) by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS |