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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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