Poems (Dorr)/In the High Tower
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IN THE HIGH TOWER
Safe in the high tower of thy love I wait, Secure and still whatever winds may blow, Although no more thy banners, bending low,Salute me from afar, when, all elate,I haste to meet thee at the postern-gate. No more I hear thy trumpet's eager flow Through the far, listening silence come and goTo greet me where I bide in lonely state.Thy King hath sent thee on some high emprise, Some lofty embassage, some noble quest, To a strange land whence cometh sound nor sign.Yet evermore I lift my tranquil eyes, Knowing that Love but doeth Love's behest— Afar or near, my dear lord still is mine!