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SCENE FOURTH
[Among the Ronde mountains. Sunset. Shining snowpeaks all around.] [PEER GYNT enters, dizzy and bewildered.] PEER
- Tower over tower arises!
- Hei, what a glittering gate!
- Stand! Will you stand! It's drifting
- further and further away!
- High on the vane the cock stands
- lifting his wings for flight;-
- blue spread the rifts and bluer,
- locked is the fell and barred.-
- What are those trunks and tree-roots,
- that grow from the ridge's clefts?
- They are warriors heron-footed!
- Now they, too, are fading away.
- A shimmering like rainbow-streamers
- goes shooting through eyes and brain.
- What is it, that far-off chiming?
- What's weighing my eyebrows down?
- Hu, how my forehead's throbbing-
- a tightening red-hot ring-!
- I cannot think who the devil
- has bound it around my head!
- [Sinks down.]
- Flight o'er the Edge of Gendin-
- stuff and accursed lies!
- Up o'er the steepest hill-wall
- with the bride,-and a whole day drunk;
- hunted by hawks and falcons,
- threatened by trolls and such,
- spor
