It's snowing, it's returning to a town
Dreaming time has reversed, I watch drowned snow
Where, as I discover as I go through
And piled up at the base of the columns
Sphinx of questioning substance, or a sort
And so I gaze avidly
How can they get the point of how a world
Appear to lift up from the lake;
watching calisthenics from the grandstands.
Only a whiter absence to my mind,
Glimmering of light:
By what it seems to have moved toward. In any
This drizzling three-day January thaw,