Which, while I forded, 21. good saints, how I feared To set my foot upon a dead man's cheek, Each step, or feel the spear I thrust to seek For hollows, tangled in his hair or beard! It may have been a water-rat I speared, But, ugh! it sounded like a baby's shriek. 22. Glad was I when I reached the other bank. Now for a better country. Vain presage! Who were the strugglers, what war did they wage Whose savage trample thus could pad the dank Soil to a plash? toads in a poisoned tank, Or wild cats in a redhot iron cage – 23. The fight must so have seemed in that fell cirque. What kept them there, with all the plain to choose? No foot-print leading to that horrid mews, None out of it: mad brewage set to work Their brains, no doubt, like galley-slaves the Turk 24. And more than that — a furlong on why, there! What bad use was that engine for, that wheel, Or brake, not wheel that harrow fit to reel Men's bodies out like silk? with all the air Or brought to sharpen its rusty teeth of steel. 25. Then came a bit of stubbed ground, once a wood, Bog, clay and rubble, sand and stark black dearth. 26. Now blotches rankling, coloured gay and grim, 27. And just as far as ever from the end! Nought in the distance but the evening, nought, That brushed my cap - perchance the guide I sought 28. For looking up, aware I somehow grew 'Spite of the dusk, the plain had given place All round to mountains with such name to grace Mere ugly heights and heaps now stol'n in view. How thus they had surprised me, solve it, you! How to get from them was no plainer case. 29. Yet half I seemed to recognize some trick As when a trap shuts 30. Burningly it came on me all at once, This was the place! those two hills on the right Crouched like two bulls locked horn in horn in fight While to the left, a tall scalped mountain . . . Dunce, Fool, to be dozing at the very nonce, After a life spent training for the sight! 31. What in the midst lay but the Tower itself? In the whole world. The tempest's mocking elf 32. Why, day Not see? because of night perhaps? The hills like giants at a hunting, lay "Now stab and end the creature to the heft! 33. Not hear? when noise was everywhere? it tolled How such an one was strong, and such was bold, Lost, lost! one moment knelled the woe of years. 34; There they stood, ranged along the hill-sides-met And blew. "Childe Roland to the Dark Tower cane. RESPECTABILITY. 1. DEAR, had the world in its caprice Deigned to proclaim "I know you both, Am sponsor for you live in peace!" How many precious months and years Of youth had passed, that speed so fast, Before we found it out at last, The world, and what it fears? 2. How much of priceless life were spent Society's true ornament, Ere we dared wander, nights like this, Thro' wind and rain, and watch the Seine And feel the Boulevart break again To warmth and light and bliss? |