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The world below was deep in stormy cloud; But high in sun we flew along the ledge, And to the strength I rode I cried aloud And spurred it near against the trembling edge.

(I rode Ramon along the mountain wall. Today he had no wilder mood than I-- No wilder will for lawless wind to call Upon the narrow trail that meets the sky.)

The sharp air flowed like water through my hands. Heart, how I skirted death and laughed at pain! Forgotten pain in half-remembered lands Below me in the valleys with the rain.