ΙΟΙ Good but the scene shifts-faugh! what hangman hands XVIII. Better this present than a past like that; I asked; when something on the dismal flat XIX. A sudden little river crossed my path As unexpected as a serpent comes. No sluggish tide congenial to the glooms; XX. So petty yet so spiteful! All along, Low scrubby alders kneeled down over it; Drenched willows flung them headlong in a fit Of mute despair, a suicidal throng: The river which had done them all the wrong, Whate'er that was, rolled by, deterred no whit. XXI. Which, while I forded,-good saints, how I feared But, ugh! it sounded like a baby's shriek. 105 ΙΙΟ 115 120 125 · CHILDE ROLAND TO THE DARK TOWER CAME?' 75 XXII. 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 XXIII. 130 The fight must so have seemed in that fell cirque. None out of it. Mad brewage set to work Their brains, no doubt, like galley-slaves the Turk XXIV. And more than that—a furlong on-why, there! Of Tophet's tool, on earth left unaware, Or brought to sharpen its rusty teeth of steel. XXV. Then came a bit of stubbed ground, once a wood, Changes and off he goes!)—within a rood 135 140 145 Bog, clay, and rubble, sand and stark black dearth. 150 XXVI. Now blotches rankling, coloured gay and grim, Now patches where some leanness of the soil 's Broke into moss or substances like boils; Then came some palsied oak, a cleft in him XXVII. And just as far as ever from the end, XXVIII. 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 stolen in view. How thus they had surprised me,-solve it, you! How to get from them was no clearer case. XXIX. Yet half I seemed to recognize some trick Of mischief happened to me, God knows when— XXX. 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, Dotard, a-dozing at the very nonce, After a life spent training for the sight! 155 160 165 170 175 180 'CHILDE ROLAND TO THE DARK TOWER CAME: 77 XXXI. What in the midst lay but the Tower itself? The round squat turret, blind as the fool's heart, XXXII. Not see? because of night perhaps?-why, day Not hear? when noise was everywhere! it tolled Lost, lost! one moment knelled the woe of years. XXXIV. There they stood, ranged along the hill-sides, met And blew Childe Roland to the Dark Tower came.' 185 190 195 200 THE BOY AND THE ANGEL. MORNING, evening, noon, and night, Then to his poor trade he turned, Hard he laboured, long and well; He stopped and sang, 'Praise God!' Said Blaise, the listening monk, 'Well done; As well as if thy voice to-day Were praising God the Pope's great way. This Easter Day, the Pope at Rome Praises God from Peter's dome.' Said Theocrite, 'Would God that I Might praise Him that great way, and die!' Night passed, day shone, And Theocrite was gone. With God a day endures alway, A thousand years are but a day. God said in heaven, Nor day nor night 5 10 15 20 |