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From which, thanks to symmetry,
Out of the picture of life, as it were, out
Over the chilly dale.
I do not betray you, I still go forward,
Where lamps are lit: these, too,
they sit with their wives all day in the sun,
snowdrops and crocuses might be fooled
Life, or only joy, that stands out
Sphinx of questioning substance, or a sort
Wheel tracks entrench themselves in snow, yet painted
He never even dreams, being sheer snow;
Glimmering of light:
Pealing, it tries to fill the cold night air
A frame of glided twilight—I
She stretches a hand toward the toothy sleeper
Bronze the sky, with no
Event, the end of the painted road ends up
The paths of childhood.
The form sought for centuries by