Looking Out From The White Tower

Looking out from the white tower,
One can see the purple night,
The towns and the seats of power,
The palace gardens all in flower,
And butterflies in fluttering flight.

Looking out from this place still,
One can see the purple mountains,
The stars wheeling above the hill,
The wind speaking in the starry rill,
And the stars shining in the fountains.

Looking out from the tower pale,
One can see the softened stones,
The docks which ships cloud with sail,
The dazzling spread of peacock's tail,
And the harps of the earth's bones.

Looking out from this place high,
One can see the shining out afar,
The moon rising in the eastern sky,
The nightjar and owl flying by,
And the entire expanse of eastern stars.