The Tower Of Babel Speaks

In waya unknown to mortals, I regret The memory of that grand and haughtyhour, When the symmetrie insolence of my tower Awed the palo heaven that braves my anger yet. No stone of mine now crumbling can forget My palm ciad pomp in those sweet days of power, Whon ray colossal summit made stars cower And shrink before my awf ui silhouette. Oh! desplcable, pnny hordes of men! When I held sky and space within my reach, What souls had ye thus to be overeóme? Why did your coward hands desert me when Jehovah in his wrath had blent all speech? ConM y e not uurk, oh, fnols! thm ah ve wen dumbi