For, what with my whole world-wide wandering, What with my search drawn out thro’ years, my hope Dwindled into a ghost not fit to cope With that obstreperous joy success would bring, I hardly tried now to rebuke the spring My heart made, finding failure in its scope. IV. * * * Returning to the Continue reading

Thus, I had so long suffered in this quest,Heard failure prophesied so oft, been writSo many times among “The Band”—to wit,The knights who to the Dark Tower’s search addressedTheir steps—that just to fail as they, seemed best,And all the doubt was now—should I be fit? And with these pessimistic thoughts, the narrator–Childe Roland–sets out on Continue reading