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I guessed what skull-like laugh</dd> -<dd>Would break, what crutch 'gin write my epitaph -<dl> -<dd>For pastime in the dusty thoroughfare,</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -<p><br /></p> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd>III.</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>If at his counsel I should turn aside -<dl> -<dd>Into that ominous tract which, all agree,</dd> -<dd>Hides the Dark Tower. Yet acquiescingly</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>I did turn as he pointed: neither pride</dd> -<dd>Nor hope rekindling at the end descried, -<dl> -<dd>So much as gladness that some end might be.</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -<p><br /></p> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd>IV.</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>For, what with my whole world-wide wandering, -<dl> -<dd>What with my search drawn out thro' years, my hope</dd> -<dd>Dwindled into a ghost not fit to cope</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>With that obstreperous joy success would bring,</dd> -<dd>I hardly tried now to rebuke the spring -<dl> -<dd>My heart made, finding failure in its scope.</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -<p><br /></p> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd>V.</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>As when a sick man very near to death -<dl> -<dd>Seems dead indeed, and feels begin and end</dd> -<dd>The tears and takes the farewell of each friend,</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>And hears one bid the other go, draw breath</dd> -<dd>Freelier outside ("since all is o'er," he saith, -<dl> -<dd>"And the blow fallen no grieving can amend;")</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -<p><br /></p> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd>VI.</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>While some discuss if near the other graves -<dl> -<dd>Be room enough for this, and when a day</dd> -<dd>Suits best for carrying the corpse away,</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>With care about the banners, scarves and staves:</dd> -<dd>And still the man hears all, and only craves -<dl> -<dd>He may not shame such tender love and stay.</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -<p><br /></p> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd>VII.</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>Thus, I had so long suffered in this quest, -<dl> -<dd>Heard failure prophesied so oft, been writ</dd> -<dd>So many times among "The Band" - to wit,</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>The knights who to the Dark Tower's search addressed</dd> -<dd>Their steps - that just to fail as they, seemed best, -<dl> -<dd>And all the doubt was now—should I be fit?</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -<p><br /></p> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd>VIII.</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>So, quiet as despair, I turned from him, -<dl> -<dd>That hateful cripple, out of his highway</dd> -<dd>Into the path he pointed. All the day</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>Had been a dreary one at best, and dim</dd> -<dd>Was settling to its close, yet shot one grim -<dl> -<dd>Red leer to see the plain catch its estray.</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -<p><br /></p> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd>IX.</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>For mark! no sooner was I fairly found -<dl> -<dd>Pledged to the plain, after a pace or two,</dd> -<dd>Than, pausing to throw backward a last view</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>O'er the safe road, 'twas gone; grey plain all round:</dd> -<dd>Nothing but plain to the horizon's bound. -<dl> -<dd>I might go on; nought else remained to do.</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -<p><br /></p> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd>X.</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>So, on I went. I think I never saw -<dl> -<dd>Such starved ignoble nature; nothing throve:</dd> -<dd>For flowers - as well expect a cedar grove!</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>But cockle, spurge, according to their law</dd> -<dd>Might propagate their kind, with none to awe, -<dl> -<dd>You'd think; a burr had been a treasure trove.</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -<p><br /></p> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd>XI.</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>No! penury, inertness and grimace, -<dl> -<dd>In some strange sort, were the land's portion. "See</dd> -<dd>Or shut your eyes," said Nature peevishly,</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>"It nothing skills: I cannot help my case:</dd> -<dd>'Tis the Last Judgment's fire must cure this place, -<dl> -<dd>Calcine its clods and set my prisoners free."</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -<p><br /></p> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd>XII.</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>If there pushed any ragged thistle-stalk -<dl> -<dd>Above its mates, the head was chopped; the bents</dd> -<dd>Were jealous else. What made those holes and rents</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>In the dock's harsh swarth leaves, bruised as to baulk</dd> -<dd>All hope of greenness? 'tis a brute must walk -<dl> -<dd>Pashing their life out, with a brute's intents.</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -<p><br /></p> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd>XIII.</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>As for the grass, it grew as scant as hair -<dl> -<dd>In leprosy; thin dry blades pricked the mud</dd> -<dd>Which underneath looked kneaded up with blood.</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>One stiff blind horse, his every bone a-stare,</dd> -<dd>Stood stupefied, however he came there: -<dl> -<dd>Thrust out past service from the devil's stud!</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -<p><br /></p> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd>XIV.</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>Alive? he might be dead for aught I know, -<dl> -<dd>With that red gaunt and colloped neck a-strain,</dd> -<dd>And shut eyes underneath the rusty mane;</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>Seldom went such grotesqueness with such woe;</dd> -<dd>I never saw a brute I hated so; -<dl> -<dd>He must be wicked to deserve such pain.</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -<p><br /></p> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd>XV.</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>I shut my eyes and turned them on my heart. -<dl> -<dd>As a man calls for wine before he fights,</dd> -<dd>I asked one draught of earlier, happier sights,</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>Ere fitly I could hope to play my part.</dd> -<dd>Think first, fight afterwards - the soldier's art: -<dl> -<dd>One taste of the old time sets all to rights.</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -<p><br /></p> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd>XVI.</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>Not it! I fancied Cuthbert's reddening face -<dl> -<dd>Beneath its garniture of curly gold,</dd> -<dd>Dear fellow, till I almost felt him fold</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>An arm in mine to fix me to the place</dd> -<dd>That way he used. Alas, one night's disgrace! -<dl> -<dd>Out went my heart's new fire and left it cold.</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -<p><br /></p> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd>XVII.</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>Giles then, the soul of honour - there he stands -<dl> -<dd>Frank as ten years ago when knighted first.</dd> -<dd>What honest men should dare (he said) he durst.</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>Good - but the scene shifts - faugh! what hangman hands</dd> -<dd>Pin to his breast a parchment? His own bands -<dl> -<dd>Read it. Poor traitor, spit upon and curst!</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -<p><br /></p> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd>XVIII.</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>Better this present than a past like that; -<dl> -<dd>Back therefore to my darkening path again!</dd> -<dd>No sound, no sight as far as eye could strain.</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>Will the night send a howlet or a bat?</dd> -<dd>I asked: when something on the dismal flat -<dl> -<dd>Came to arrest my thoughts and change their train.</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -<p><br /></p> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd>XIX.</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>A sudden little river crossed my path -<dl> -<dd>As unexpected as a serpent comes.</dd> -<dd>No sluggish tide congenial to the glooms;</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>This, as it frothed by, might have been a bath</dd> -<dd>For the fiend's glowing hoof - to see the wrath -<dl> -<dd>Of its black eddy bespate with flakes and spumes.</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -<p><br /></p> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd>XX.</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>So petty yet so spiteful! All along -<dl> -<dd>Low scrubby alders kneeled down over it;</dd> -<dd>Drenched willows flung them headlong in a fit</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>Of mute despair, a suicidal throng:</dd> -<dd>The river which had done them all the wrong, -<dl> -<dd>Whate'er that was, rolled by, deterred no whit.</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -<p><br /></p> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd>XXI.</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>Which, while I forded, - good saints, how I feared -<dl> -<dd>To set my foot upon a dead man's cheek,</dd> -<dd>Each step, or feel the spear I thrust to seek</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>For hollows, tangled in his hair or beard!</dd> -<dd>—It may have been a water-rat I speared, -<dl> -<dd>But, ugh! it sounded like a baby's shriek.</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -<p><br /></p> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd>XXII.</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>Glad was I when I reached the other bank. -<dl> -<dd>Now for a better country. Vain presage!</dd> -<dd>Who were the strugglers, what war did they wage,</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>Whose savage trample thus could pad the dank</dd> -<dd>Soil to a plash? Toads in a poisoned tank, -<dl> -<dd>Or wild cats in a red-hot iron cage—</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -<p><br /></p> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd>XXIII.</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>The fight must so have seemed in that fell cirque. -<dl> -<dd>What penned them there, with all the plain to choose?</dd> -<dd>No foot-print leading to that horrid mews,</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>None out of it. Mad brewage set to work</dd> -<dd>Their brains, no doubt, like galley-slaves the Turk -<dl> -<dd>Pits for his pastime, Christians against Jews.</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -<p><br /></p> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd>XXIV.</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>And more than that - a furlong on - why, there! -<dl> -<dd>What bad use was that engine for, that wheel,</dd> -<dd>Or brake, not wheel - that harrow fit to reel</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>Men's bodies out like silk? with all the air</dd> -<dd>Of Tophet's tool, on earth left unaware, -<dl> -<dd>Or brought to sharpen its rusty teeth of steel.</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -<p><br /></p> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd>XXV.</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>Then came a bit of stubbed ground, once a wood, -<dl> -<dd>Next a marsh, it would seem, and now mere earth</dd> -<dd>Desperate and done with; (so a fool finds mirth,</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>Makes a thing and then mars it, till his mood</dd> -<dd>Changes and off he goes!) within a rood— -<dl> -<dd>Bog, clay and rubble, sand and stark black dearth.</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -<p><br /></p> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd>XXVI.</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>Now blotches rankling, coloured gay and grim, -<dl> -<dd>Now patches where some leanness of the soil's</dd> -<dd>Broke into moss or substances like boils;</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>Then came some palsied oak, a cleft in him</dd> -<dd>Like a distorted mouth that splits its rim -<dl> -<dd>Gaping at death, and dies while it recoils.</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -<p><br /></p> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd>XXVII.</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>And just as far as ever from the end! -<dl> -<dd>Nought in the distance but the evening, nought</dd> -<dd>To point my footstep further! At the thought,</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>A great black bird, Apollyon's bosom-friend,</dd> -<dd>Sailed past, nor beat his wide wing dragon-penned -<dl> -<dd>That brushed my cap—perchance the guide I sought.</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -<p><br /></p> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd>XXVIII.</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>For, looking up, aware I somehow grew, -<dl> -<dd>'Spite of the dusk, the plain had given place</dd> -<dd>All round to mountains - with such name to grace</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>Mere ugly heights and heaps now stolen in view.</dd> -<dd>How thus they had surprised me, - solve it, you! -<dl> -<dd>How to get from them was no clearer case.</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -<p><br /></p> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd>XXIX.</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>Yet half I seemed to recognise some trick -<dl> -<dd>Of mischief happened to me, God knows when—</dd> -<dd>In a bad dream perhaps. Here ended, then,</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>Progress this way. When, in the very nick</dd> -<dd>Of giving up, one time more, came a click -<dl> -<dd>As when a trap shuts - you're inside the den!</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -<p><br /></p> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd>XXX.</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>Burningly it came on me all at once, -<dl> -<dd>This was the place! those two hills on the right,</dd> -<dd>Crouched like two bulls locked horn in horn in fight;</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>While to the left, a tall scalped mountain... Dunce,</dd> -<dd>Dotard, a-dozing at the very nonce, -<dl> -<dd>After a life spent training for the sight!</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -<p><br /></p> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd>XXXI.</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>What in the midst lay but the Tower itself? -<dl> -<dd>The round squat turret, blind as the fool's heart</dd> -<dd>Built of brown stone, without a counterpart</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>In the whole world. The tempest's mocking elf</dd> -<dd>Points to the shipman thus the unseen shelf -<dl> -<dd>He strikes on, only when the timbers start.</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -<p><br /></p> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd>XXXII.</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>Not see? because of night perhaps? - why, day -<dl> -<dd>Came back again for that! before it left,</dd> -<dd>The dying sunset kindled through a cleft:</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>The hills, like giants at a hunting, lay</dd> -<dd>Chin upon hand, to see the game at bay,— -<dl> -<dd>"Now stab and end the creature - to the heft!"</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -<p><br /></p> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd>XXXIII.</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>Not hear? when noise was everywhere! it tolled -<dl> -<dd>Increasing like a bell. Names in my ears</dd> -<dd>Of all the lost adventurers my peers,—</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>How such a one was strong, and such was bold,</dd> -<dd>And such was fortunate, yet each of old -<dl> -<dd>Lost, lost! one moment knelled the woe of years.</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -<p><br /></p> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd> -<dl> -<dd>XXXIV.</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>There they stood, ranged along the hillsides, met -<dl> -<dd>To view the last of me, a living frame</dd> -<dd>For one more picture! in a sheet of flame</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -<dd>I saw them and I knew them all. And yet</dd> -<dd>Dauntless the slug-horn to my lips I set, -<dl> -<dd>And blew "<i>Childe Roland to the Dark Tower came.</i>"</dd> -</dl> -</dd> -</dl> -</body> -</html> |