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That I on this astounding ridge am pois'd! On ev'ry side a fearful ruin yawns. What frenzied voice is that?

What brings thee hither?

He fixes wildly on the gloomy void His starting eyeballs, bent on fearful sights, That make the sinews of his aged limbs In agony to quiver.

Who didst thou say?

John of the Isle, the sighted awful man. Go, see yourselves: i' the outer cave he is. Entranced he stands; arrested on his way By horrid visions, as he hurried hither Enquiring for the chief. (Voice heard without, as before.)