Answer:
Thousands lay up gold within this house, But no man made it. Spears past counting guard this house, But no man wards it.
My first is high, My second damp, My whole a tie, A writer's cramp
Screaming, soaring seeking sky. Flowers of fire flying high, Eastern art from ancient time, Name me now and solve this rhyme.
My first is an insect; my second is a border; my whole puts the face in a tuneful disorder.
My first is a creature whose breeding is unclear. My second, a price you must pay. My whole can be found in the river of Time and refers to events of today.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?