Pierced by the mist that fades away,
At four, the spectators leave in pairs, off
I know,
Of meaning like these—the world created by
And melt the spirit; his mouth will distend
At these masses the snow hides from me.
Homeward into the howling woods, although
Figures of light and dark, these two are walking
Hoarfrost is in his bones and on his head,
With sun's warmth wasted on a stone,
VII. Hudson and His Strait; Baffin and His Bay
trainer flips young alligators over on their backs,
and chaste, lovely as lakes to the retired men
Are muffled into silence that refuses
VI. Smeerenburg and the Whale-Oil Rush
In Florida, it's strawberry season—
Palladio who beckons from the other shore,
The high whites spread over the buried earth.
"Be off!" say Winter's snows;