The Scholar in His Tower

			
The scholar in his tower cannot see
Anything save that which his books say be
 
Every stone supported by arguments
 
Blind to that outside the candle’s flicker
Deaf to songs of unfamiliar metre
 
But the scholar from his tower can see
The bramble, the birds, the river, the trees
 
The scholar, high above the world below,
Watch the trees grow and the rivers flow.