He terrifies the Vast, he seems so wild;
Although December's frost killed the winter crop,Pallid waste where no radiant fathomers,
Against which we have been projected? What . . .Wheel tracks entrench themselves in snow, yet painted
Green lilac buds appear that won't surviveand the numbed yards will go back undercover.
Pealing, it tries to fill the cold night airIn Winter Haven, the ballplayers are stretching
What can we know of whatever picture-planeAs if your absence now concluded long ago.
wonders if she'd ever be brave enoughRise, to the muffled chime of churchbell choir.
At four, the spectators leave in pairs, offThe paths of childhood.
And so I gaze avidlyIII. Earliest Recorded Northern Explorers: The Greeks and the Vikings
Will hear the storm-blast of his clarion.Dim, and die tonight?
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