skyish

O , treble woe
Fall ten times treble on that cursèd head
Whose wicked deed thy most ingenious sense
Deprived thee of ! — Hold off the earth awhile ,
Till I have caught her once more in mine arms .

Now pile your dust upon the quick and dead ,
Till of this flat a mountain you have made
T’ o’ertop old Pelion or the skyish head
Of blue Olympus .