Of too much truth to do much more than lie
then takes a step back, to be safe as she reaches.
Dreaming time has reversed—and you,
Only a fox whose den I cannot find.
To follow in the path of their brief blossoming
I. Arctic Scenery
Glimmering of light:
How bittersweet it is, on winter's night,
And all at once it is the meadow I walked in at ten,
II. List of Franklin Search Parties
The paths of childhood.
Where, as I discover as I go through
then takes a step back, to be safe as she reaches.