'A better view yet, yields
Each climbing boot, if not
A reviving air!
On rock-face, amid swirls
Of snowing, almost, where cry
The eagle I swear! '
Of what Hillary saw
Not out of reach, beguiles
Himself to concede!
Spends all he wants, in that
Imitative mind, that
Is a child's indeed!
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