The Gentle Ruin Poem by poppy miller

Softly fades the light above the lonely tower
Where now no vesper sparrows sing
‘cept one small soul at midnight hour
The Pipistrelle upon the wing.


Ne'er more beneath the moonlight dim
Or ‘neath the scattered sunset's ray
Those graceful arches echo hymn
To carry off the cares of day

Gone they have those cloistered cells
With mullioned windows made of stone
When faithful heard the thronging bells
And world worn hearts could beat alone

"Oh how needy some halcyon space"
The weary cry from beating breast
Who turn now from life's anxious race
And ask for nothing more than rest.

Too heart weary they be to roam
Over life's distressing wave
And would be thankful for such a home
But sadly, this be but a ruined grave.