From The Dark Tower
We shall not always plant while others
The golden increment of bursting fruit,
Not always countenance, abject and mute,
That lesser men should hold their brothers cheap;
We shall not always plant while others
The golden increment of bursting fruit,
Not always countenance, abject and mute,
That lesser men should hold their brothers cheap;
Evening colors linger on mountain paths
Out beyond this study perched over River Gate,
At the cliff's edge, frail clouds
All night
HE waves in thunderous menace break Upon the rocks below my tower, And none will dare the Sea-king's power And venture shipwreck for my sake
Yet once,--my lamp a path of light Across the darkling sea had cast-- I saw a sail; at last, at last,...
Wide, wide flow the nine streams through the land,
Dark, dark threads the line from south to north
Blurred in the thick haze of the misty
Tortoise and Snake hold the great river locked
A hundred, a thousand to one; even so; Not a hope in the world remained:
The swarming howling wretches below Gained and gained and gained
Skene looked at his pale young wife:— 'Is the time come
'—'The time is come
Above the tower — a lone, twice-sized moon
On the cold river passing night-filled homes,
It scatters restless gold across the waves
On mats, it shines richer than silken gauze
The bell-rope that gathers God at dawn Dispatches me as though I dropped down the knell Of a spent day - to wander the cathedral lawn From pit to crucifix, feet chill on steps from hell
Have you not heard, have you not seen that corps Of shad...