Wide, whited fields, a way unframed at last
Trampled snow is the only rose.Not daring to oppose
To listen, by the sputtering, smoking fire,Across the heavens' gray.
at balls hit again and again toward her offspring.Set on that tomb in the eternal night;
Stunned in their voiceless way to be aliveCascading snowflakes settle in the pines,
And all at once it is the meadow I walked in at ten,Away from their profundity of surface.
They tear apart the mist, it is as though,will be penciled on the coffeeshop menus.
That rings, with faithful tongue, its pious noteMore beautiful than anything in this world.
Snow haze gleams like sand.In the dread circle hemmed by glaciers,
Deep in the fog that quenches every ray,In the dread circle hemmed by glaciers,
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