1:37:03
Hadst thou been
aught but gossamer,
feathers, air,
1:37:07
thou'dst shiver'd
like an egg;
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but thou dost breathe,
bleed'st not,
speak'st, art sound.
1:37:15
Thy life's a miracle.
Speak yet again.
1:37:19
But have I fall'n,
or no?
1:37:22
From the dread
summit of this
chalky bourn.
1:37:26
Look up a-height;
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the shrill-gorg'd lark
so far cannot
be seen or heard.
1:37:32
Do but look up.
1:37:33
Alack, I have no eyes.
1:37:37
Is wretchedness
depriv'd that benefit,
to end itself by death?
1:37:44
Give me your arm. Up,
1:37:49
so.
1:37:52
How is't?
1:37:54
Feel you your legs?
1:37:56
You stand.
1:37:58
Too well, too well.
1:38:02
This is above
all strangeness.
1:38:07
Upon the crown
of the cliff,
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what thing was that
which parted from you?
1:38:13
A poor unfortunate
beggar.
1:38:16
It was some fiend.
1:38:21
Thou happy father,
1:38:25
think that the clearest gods,
1:38:27
who make them honours
of men's impossibilities,
1:38:32
have preserved thee.
1:38:38
I do remember now.
1:38:42
Henceforth,
I'll bear affliction
1:38:44
till it do cry out itself,
1:38:47
"Enough, enough,"
and die.
1:38:52
See, that thing
you speak of,
I took it for a man.
1:38:57
Bear free and patient
thoughts.