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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: CVII
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THE SAME CONTINUED
 Clutching the brink with hands and feet and knees,
 With trembling heart, and eyes grown strangely dim,
 A part thyself and parcel of the frieze
 Of that colossal temple raised to Time,
 To gaze on horror, till, as in a crime,
 Thou and the rocks become accomplices.
 There is no voice, no life `twixt thee and them.
 No life! Yet, look, far down upon the breeze
 Something has passed across the bosom bare
 Of the red rocks, a leaf, a shape, a shade.
 A living shadow! Ay, above thee there,
 Weaving majestic circles overhead,
 Others are watching.--This is the sublime
 To be alone, with eagles in the air.
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