He is harsh, dismal, ice—that is, exiled;
And then I go on until I am beneath an archway,In realms of dingy gloom and 
deep crevasse
Is it almost honey, is it snow?Snow haze gleams like sand.
Like some poor wounded wretch—long left for deadBeneath the snowflakes I notice 
façades
Of too much truth to do much more than lieMore beautiful than anything in this 
world.
And all at once it is the meadow I walked in at ten,A salamander scuttles 
across the quiet
And I would likeGray the cloud-like oaks
How can they get the point of how a worldX. The British Attack on the Arctic
And I would likeSilence, are in his hand—birds in a snare;
giddy as good kids playing hookey. Now,And Mère Chose's square of world, 
even as they


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