The Tower

Thy love for me is like a tower
Whereto from strife and storm I flee;
High on the rock its steadfast walls
Are set above the bitter sea.

Within its shelter safe and dear
I hear, and smiling dread no more,
The mockery of the ghostly wind,
The time-waves breaking on the shore.
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