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Partly stone, partly the absence of stone,
And melt the spirit; his mouth will distend
Oh you builders,
Snow haze gleams like sand.
By the design of our own silent eyes
Seems reflected in the infinite of the lamps.
Calling me to you with wild gesturings
By what it seems to have moved toward. In any
watching calisthenics from the grandstands.
Seized from creation by nonentity,
He terrifies the Vast, he seems so wild;
Everywhere, utterly.
Although December's frost killed the winter crop,
Place of absorbing snow, itself to be
X. The British Attack on the Arctic
In search of brighter green to come. No way!
Not so much of place as of renewed hope,
No name, no meaning. Oh my friends,
Beneath a pile of corpses, lying massed