Inscription for the West Gate

B. Y. Williams

Build faithfully the ivory tower,
Flawless facade, each angle true;
But be aware that in storm's hour
Its door will close to you.
Low in the valley plant a tree,
Enrich the soil, water the root;
But think not you will shaded be
Or ever taste the fruit.
Dig through impervious rock to reach
The crypt where crystal waters hide;
But know, though your parched tongue beseech,
Your thirst will be denied.