the tower

 

tier upon tier she rose

up o'er puny Adam's race

to bestride the blue serene

a vaunting pillar

to the vaulting minions

that built her

and some murmured midst sweat and grease

surely the heavens

surely we shall gain

mastery sweet shall be ours

across the arid land the gold had gloomed

these words spoke and Adam's race toiled doomed