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- Down o'er glaciers, landslips, scaurs,
- down the toppling grey moraines,
- you can see, both right and left,
- straight into the tarns that slumber,
- black and sluggish, more than seven
- hundred fathoms deep below you.
- Right along the Edge we two
- clove our passage through the air.
- Never rode I such a colt!
- Straight before us as we rushed
- 'twas as though there glittered suns.
- Brown-backed eagles that were sailing
- in the wide and dizzy void
- half-way 'twixt us and the tarns,
- dropped behind, like motes in air.
- Ice-floes on the shores broke crashing,
- but no murmur reached my ears.
- Only sprites of dizziness sprang,
- dancing, round;-they sang, they swung,
- circle-wise, past sight and hearing!
ASE [dizzy].
- Oh, God save me!
PEER
- All at once,
- at a desperate, break-neck spot,
- rose a great cock-ptarmigan,
- flapping, cackling, terrified,
- from the crack where he lay hidden
- at the buck's feet on the Edge.
- Then the buck shied half around,
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