Liz: O the mind, mind has mountains;cliffs of fall Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed. Hold them cheap May who ne'er hung there. I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day. And I have asked to be Where no storms come.

O the mind, mind has mountains;cliffs of fall Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed. Hold them cheap May who ne'er hung there. I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day. And I have asked to be Where no storms come.