With all its falling beams, Was like a sea rocked sailor Grown weary of his dreams. It leaned a little westward. And now I think it knew, And was waiting other voices It long had listened to.{3} {3} Once I was part of this old ruin When I myself were young. Out of pity I must leave you And half the song unsung. {4} Hymn of Adoration I AM grown weary for new scenes I But not of human make. But O! for hills and long green fields, A splintered, glittering lake. This day I am an intimate