Set on that tomb in the eternal night;He terrifies the Vast, he seems so wild;Sits at the limit of a kind of worldIntroduction by Vilhjalmur StefanssonClose at the end of distance the two Chose
XVII. GreenlandTo have been claimed by what we see of whatOut of the picture of life, as it were, outOf too much truth to do much more than lieThis gap in time, this season not their own,To pick up even the quickening of windWheel tracks entrench themselves in snow, yet paintedHoarfrost is in his bones and on his head,