5.
At a mountain’s foot stopped the path;/Valley below me struck fear but what gleam/Of light drew my eye pierce past airy swathe?
6.
What sparkled before me a seam/Wedged between outcrop and the sky-/ Was it an omen, or a parlous dream?
7.
Pause renders heart beats accustom their way/so panic gave way to a curious surmise/ Back and forth,-on slender thread did I sway.
8.
E’en as one finds feet, and heart still in repose/ The night set my reprieve as full favor shown-/ I recall them in their turn to state my case.
9.
In my mind’s eye how my feet moved on/ Along the precipice, across the winding path-/Drawn by an unseen roan,- it ne’er let me down!
Pup of my doggerels 