Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came

Despite the complex interpretations which have issued from the oracular tripods of Browning Societies, one cannot read the last lines of this poem— “Dauntless the slug-horn to my lips I set, And blew, ‘Childe Roland to the dark Tower came’”— without thinking of the splendid courage in the face of disillusionment of such men of the century as Huxley, Tyndall or Clifford.

Let no one trouble me by attempting to elucidate "Childe Roland to the Dark Tower came."

"Childe Roland to the Dark Tower came!"

“Childe Roland to the Dark Tower came.”

He saw and knew them all, yet dauntless set the horn to his lips and blew, “Childe Roland to the Dark Tower came.”