Tower

Lindley Williams Hubbell

TWO POEMS

                 TOWER
These moles of upper air, the ghosted tenants
Of this thin place
Hear nothing of the silver scattered
On rat's warren, spider's lace.
The air shakes, uninvaded
They curl their paws
Closer for warmth ; the wave ebbs,
Withdraws.
Few wake to hear,
Detecting rust
On tongue and clapper ; the hands atug at the rope
Are scarcely more than dust.