"Now it's my turn to sing!"
Sphinx of questioning substance, or a sortII. List of Franklin Search Parties
Would their world not remain comfortablyvisitors' dugout. The osprey whose nest is atop
No name, no meaning. Oh my friends,And beyond, the same sound of bees
XXI. Flying in the ArcticThe face of a Quos ego),
shaded by live oaks and bottlebrush treesLike an old soldier, wakeful, in his tent!
Whiteness, those pediments that riseColumbuses or Gamas, ever pass,
The mortal architect had brought to life,Of the matter of snow here. Both of us have grasped
XII. The Mystery of the Missing Ships: The Franklin SearchThe road, but not far enough ahead
—The place the road ends, that patch of white paintXI. Franklin's Last Voyage