The Dark Tower
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....
Not hear? when noise was everywhere!  it tolled
           Increasing like a bell.  Names in my ears,
           Of all the lost adventurers my peers, -
        How such a one was strong, and such was bold,
        And such was fortunate, yet each of old
           Lost, lost! one moment knelled the woe of years.
        
        There they stood, ranged along the hillsides, met
           To view the last of me, a living frame
           For one more picture!  in a sheet of flame
        I saw them and I knew them all.  And yet
        Dauntless the slug-horn to my lips I set,
           And blew. "Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came." 
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