‘CHILDE ROLAND TO THE DARK TOWER CAME’

(See Edgar's song in Lear)
 

I

My first thought was, he lied in every word,
 That hoary cripple, with malicious eye
 Askance to watch the working of his lie
On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford
Suppression of the glee, that pursed and scored
Its edge, at one more victim gained thereby.
 

II

What else should he be set for, with his staff?
 What, save to waylay with his lies, ensnare
 All travellers who might find him posted there,
And ask the road? I guessed what skull-like laugh
Would break, what crutch 'gin write my epitaph
 For pastime in the dusty thoroughfare.
 

III

If at his counsel I should turn aside
 Into that ominous tract which, all agree,
 Hides the Dark Tower. Yet acquiescingly
I did turn as he pointed: neither pride
Nor hope rekindling at the end descried,
 So much as gladness that some end might be.
 

IX

For mark! no sooner was I fairly found
 Pledged to the plain, after a pace or two,
 Than, pausing to throw backward a last view
O’er the safe road, ‘twas gone; grey plain all round:
Nothing but plain to the horizon’s bound.
 I might go on; nought else remained to do.
 

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                                                            (Men and Women 1855)
 
 

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