Magdalen Tower

Full square you stand aloft, a circling
cloud behind your spires,
a giant, which only the foreigner
watches and admires.

Rock-old, eternal, smiling,
grand – from human toil aloof,
of good a symbol, holding for
impiety, reproof.

In humble harmony you join with
nature, adding to the sky
a gentle lustre, to yourself
more dignity thereby.

Stone turns to cardboard: fairy-like,
ethereal, beguiling,
man-made yet conq’ring man, you stand
rock-old, eternal, smiling.