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ON a sheer peak of joy we meet; / Below us hums the abyss; / Death either way allures our feet / If we take one step amiss.
One moment let us drink the blue / Transcendent air together -- / Then down where the same old work's to do / In the same dull daily weather.
We may not wait... yet look below! / How part? On this keen ridge / But one may pass. They call you -- go! / My life shall be your bridge.