"Now it's my turn to sing!"
Sphinx of questioning substance, or a sort
II. List of Franklin Search Parties
Would their world not remain comfortably
visitors' 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 Arctic
The face of a Quos ego),
shaded by live oaks and bottlebrush trees
Like an old soldier, wakeful, in his tent!
Whiteness, those pediments that rise
Columbuses 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 Search
The road, but not far enough ahead
—The place the road ends, that patch of white paint
XI. Franklin's Last Voyage