Wednesday, August 31, 2011

How dizzy 'tis to cast one's eyes so low!
The crows and choughs that wing the midway air show scarce so gross as beetles.
Halfway down hangs one that gathers sampire--dreadful trade!
Methinks he seems no bigger than his head.
The fishermen that walk upon the beach
appear like mice; and yond tall anchoring bark,
diminished to her cock
her cock a buoy
almost too small for sight.
The murmuring surge that on the unnumbered idle pebble
cannot be heard so high.
I'll look no more, lest my brain turn,
and the deficient sight
topple down


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