Song from the Tower.
Ah! who shall number all my tears and sighs?
Have I so long wept through these weary years?
Was such great bitterness in heart and eyes,
That all this grate is rusty with my tears?
Where falls the tear it penetrates the stone,
As in a good man’s heart ’twere sinking down.
A fire eternal burns in Swentorog’s halls;[7]
Its pious priests for ever feed the fire:
From Mendog’s hill a fount eternal falls;