<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358656" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Tower</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">One, from his high bright window in a tower,<br>Leans out, as evening falls,<br>And sees the advancing curtain of the shower<br>Splashing its silver on roofs and walls:<br>Sees how, swift as a shadow, it crosses the city,<br>And murmurs beyond far walls to the sea,<br>Leaving a glimmer of water in the dark canyons,<br>And silver falling from eave and tree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One, from his high bright window, looking down,<br>Peers like a dreamer over the rain-bright town,<br>And thinks its towers are like a dream.<br>The western windows flame in the sun's last flare,<br>Pale roofs begin to gleam.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Looking down from a window high in a wall<br>He sees us all;<br>Lifting our pallid faces towards the rain,<br>Searching the sky, and going our ways again,<br>Standing in doorways, waiting under the trees . . .<br>There, in the high bright window he dreams, and sees<br>What we are blind to,-we who mass and crowd<br>From wall to wall in the darkening of a cloud.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The gulls drift slowly above the city of towers,<br>Over the roofs to the darkening sea they fly;<br>Night falls swiftly on an evening of rain.<br>The yellow lamps wink one by one again.<br>The towers reach higher and blacker against the sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Conrad+Potter+Aiken">Conrad Potter Aiken</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358656" data-title="The Tower de Conrad Potter Aiken" data-description="One, from his high bright window in a tower, Leans out, as evening falls, And sees the advancing curtain of the shower Splashing its silver on roofs and walls: Sees how, swift as a shadow, it crosses the city, And murmurs beyond far walls to the s..."></div> </div> </div>

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