What else should he be set for, with his staff?
What, save to waylay with his lies, ensnare
All travellers who might find him posted there,
And ask the road? I guessed what skull-like laugh
Would break, what crutch 'gin write my epitaph
For pastime in the dusty thoroughfare,

If at his counsel I should turn aside
Into that ominous tract which, all agree,
Hides the Dark Tower. Yet acquiescingly
I did turn as he pointed: neither pride
Nor hope rekindling at the end descried,
So much as gladness that some end might be.

thats weird
i was on wikipedia when i came across this
so i tought i should post it here
so i look if it wasn't posted already, and i see the poem it belong to :P
full poem: http://www.web-books.com/Classics/Poetry/Anthology/Browning_R/Childe.htm
also: req higher res of this

>>4
ha ha ha, oh wow

I gave this thread up long ago. You like Browning too Suede? You know for someone I dislike, we sure share a lot of the same tastes.

>>5
well i ain't suede lol
but i see how ppl can make the connection :p

EOS hasn't been feeling the love lately.