The Dark Tower

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. "Childe Roland to the Dark Tower came."

I don't want you to get the idea that shopping centres make me shudder. It was simply "necessary".

[Shudders horribly]