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''Among the Rondë mountains. Sunset. Shining snow-peaks all around.''

 enters, dizzy and bewildered.

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 wind-cock Arches 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 as 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,