Up there, on its edge, tettering
And of Earth's pull tearing free
Upwards cloud, what weighs on thoughts, foggy
With chough-bird and monk, calm rapt.
Intrepid wish, nothing more rash!
However with haste, one sent
Escapist need's, asylum-spent
Whom to that life cant adapt.
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