The road, but not far enough ahead
Yes. The obvious
Beneath a pile of corpses, lying massed
II. Quest and Conquest
Calling me to you with wild gesturings
To a higher level of appearance.
Life, or only joy, that stands out
How can they get the point of how a world
XV. The International Circumpolar Stations: The Greely Expedition
Of a far barn, just where the road curves sharply
Glimmering of light:
(Our fortitude grows dim in
And all at once it is the meadow I walked in at ten,
"Be off!" say Winter's snows;
and chaste, lovely as lakes to the retired men
I seek, above all, in the wandering
Partly stone, partly the absence of stone,
Is it almost honey, is it snow?
snowdrops and crocuses might be fooled
Yes. The obvious
Beneath a pile of corpses, lying massed
II. Quest and Conquest
Calling me to you with wild gesturings
To a higher level of appearance.
Life, or only joy, that stands out
How can they get the point of how a world
XV. The International Circumpolar Stations: The Greely Expedition
Of a far barn, just where the road curves sharply
Glimmering of light:
(Our fortitude grows dim in
And all at once it is the meadow I walked in at ten,
"Be off!" say Winter's snows;
and chaste, lovely as lakes to the retired men
I seek, above all, in the wandering
Partly stone, partly the absence of stone,
Is it almost honey, is it snow?
snowdrops and crocuses might be fooled
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