Dark Tower Came (not mine)

I shut my eyes and turned them on my heart.

As a man calls for wine before he fights,
I asked one draught of earlier, happier sights,

Ere fitly I could hope to play my part.Think first, fight afterwards – the soldier’s art:

One taste of the old time sets all to rights.

-Childe Roland

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