The cold gray hills they bind me around, <br />The darksome valleys lie sleeping below, <br />But the winds as they pass o'er all this ground, <br />Bring me never a sound of woe! <br /> <br />Oh! for all I have suffered and striven, <br />Care has embittered my cup and my feast; <br />But here is the night and the dark blue heaven, <br />And my soul shall be at rest. <br /> <br />O golden legends writ in the skies! <br />I turn towards you with longing soul, <br />And list to the awful harmonies <br />Of the Spheres as on they roll. <br /> <br />My hair is gray and my sight nigh gone; <br />My sword it rusteth upon the wall; <br />Right have I spoken, and right have I done: <br />When shall I rest me once for all? <br /> <br />O blessed rest! O royal night! <br />Wherefore seemeth the time so long <br />Till I see you stars in their fullest light, <br />And list to their loudest song?<br /><br />William Makepeace Thackeray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-king-on-the-tower/
