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Rh And if I then became disquieted,

Let stolid people think who do not see

What the point is beyond which I had passed.

"Rise up," the Master said, "upon thy feet;

The way is long, and difficult the road,

And now the sun to middle-tierce returns."

It was not any palace corridor

There where we were, but dungeon natural,

With floor uneven and unease of light.

"Ere from the abyss I tear myself away,

My Master," said I when I had arisen,

"To draw me from an error speak a little;

Where is the ice? and how is this one fixed

Thus upside down? and how in such short time

From eve to morn has the sun made his transit?"

And he to me: "Thou still imaginest

Thou art beyond the centre, where I grasped

The hair of the fell worm, who mines the world.

That side thou wast, so long as I descended;

When round I turned me, thou didst pass the point

To which things heavy draw from every side.

And now beneath the hemisphere art come

Opposite that which overhangs the vast

Dry-land, and 'neath whose cope was put to death