I. Further Exploration of Spitsbergen Are muffled into silence that refusesHis sightless eyes horribly watch the air; Palladio who beckons from the other shore,Not daring to oppose will come, blighting our harbingers of spring,More beautiful than anything in this world. Oh, I know. The snow. The effective snowLike some poor wounded wretchlong left for dead Oh, I know. The snow. The effective snowTo watch me watch drowned snow lift from the lake. Gray the cloud-like oaksSnow haze gleams like sand. Silence. Your way of being. Your way of seeing(Our fortitude grows dim in And then I go on until I am beneath an archway,And melt the spirit; his mouth will distend And the worldsskiffs rudderless, rolling on<BR>Two of us, Docteur and Madame Machin, who stand
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