Sought to contrive, intending to express
Homeward into the howling woods, although
A kind of snow, which hesitates
I. Arctic Scenery
I know,
Although December's frost killed the winter crop,
When Arctic winds crack down from Canada
They move against, or through, or by, or toward.
Your red cheeks radiant against the wind,
Before those virile women!
Whiteness, those pediments that rise
And he is swathed in ever-petrified dread;
Dim, and die tonight?
He never even dreams, being sheer snow;
Beneath a pile of corpses, lying massed
XII. The Mystery of the Missing Ships: The Franklin Search
And melt the spirit; his mouth will distend
Wide, whited fields, a way unframed at last
And half-starved foxes shake and paw
Homeward into the howling woods, although
A kind of snow, which hesitates
I. Arctic Scenery
I know,
Although December's frost killed the winter crop,
When Arctic winds crack down from Canada
They move against, or through, or by, or toward.
Your red cheeks radiant against the wind,
Before those virile women!
Whiteness, those pediments that rise
And he is swathed in ever-petrified dread;
Dim, and die tonight?
He never even dreams, being sheer snow;
Beneath a pile of corpses, lying massed
XII. The Mystery of the Missing Ships: The Franklin Search
And melt the spirit; his mouth will distend
Wide, whited fields, a way unframed at last
And half-starved foxes shake and paw
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