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Everywhere, utterly.
Glimmering of light:
—The place the road ends, that patch of white paint
And trumpet at his lips; nor does he cast
I've drifted somewhat from the distant heart
And so I gaze avidly
Wide, whited fields, a way unframed at last
demonstrating their talent for comedy—stroke
VI. Smeerenburg and the Whale-Oil Rush
Green lilac buds appear that won't survive
Absurdly, my eyes can only see the arc
One flash of eye, or blow one clarion-blast;
their bellies, they're out cold, instantaneously
watching calisthenics from the grandstands.
But what I am looking at is hardened snow,
Green lilac buds appear that won't survive
to restaurants for Early Bird Specials.
X. The British Attack on the Arctic
and chaste, lovely as lakes to the retired men