:17:02
almost too small
for sight.
:17:06
The murmuring surge
that on the unnumb'red
idle pebble chafes
:17:11
cannot be heard
so high.
:17:15
I'll look no more;
:17:17
lest my brain turn,
and the deficient sight
topple down headlong.
:17:21
Set me
where you stand.
:17:25
Give me your hand.
:17:32
You are now
within a foot of
th' extreme verge.
:17:36
For all beneath
the moon would I
not leap upright.
:17:41
Let go my hand.
:17:45
Bid me farewell,
:17:49
and let me
hear thee going.
:17:59
Now fare ye well,
good sir.
:18:01
With all my heart.
:18:06
Now, fellow,
fare thee well.
:18:10
O you mighty gods!
:18:13
This worid I do renounce,
:18:16
and in your sights,
:18:18
shake patiently
my great affliction off.
:18:23
If I could bear it further,
:18:26
and not fall to quarrel with your
great opposeless wills,
:18:32
my snuff and loathed
part of nature
:18:37
should burn itself out.
:18:41
If Edgar live, O, bless him!