Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came
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.Robert Browning, “Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came”
(another of my obsessive pictures of Harry Wild Jones’ Washburn Water Tower, this one with the Lubitel)
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