PEER
Tower over tower arises! Hei, what a glittering gate! Stand! Will you stand! It’s drifting Further and further away! High on the vane the wind-cock Arches his wings for flight;— Blue spread the rifts and bluer, Locked is the fell and barred.— What are those trunks and tree-roots, That grow from the ridge’s clefts? They are warriors heron-footed! Now…