It sees the hot summers, the cold winters

TCD MS 10515 folio 109 recto

TCD MS 10515 folio 109 recto

And night after night in the same oppressive stillness the solitary tower looks out over the lively desert and down on its own tottering walls. It sees about it the agents of its own destruction; it sees the hot summers, the cold winters; the burning suns, the frigid nights that are reducing its bricks to powder; it sees the storms that shake it, the lightening that shivers it, the rains that dissolve and erode its masonry; but above all it sees the conquering sand, raised aloft into the heavens, whirled along by every wind, eddying amongst its shells and galleries, filling with dust every crevice of its walls slowly but insidiously choking all its handiwork; finally engulfing all its monuments and remoreselessly burying them beneath a nameless mound