Inscription for the West Gate

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.