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That this mud draws on the stone.
What? What can you do?
By the design of our own silent eyes
Glimmering of light:
That neither the motionless farm couple trudging
for a few weeks, statistics won't seem
Snaps of ice cracking in the hidden air.
As it sits there like an eventual
Only a whiter absence to my mind,
Two of us, Docteur and Madame Machin, who stand
Dismal, endless plain—
Figures of light and dark, these two are walking
When I am heard, and what I say is solely
In the woods, close by,
That only you and I can know. Les deux
Pallid waste where no radiant fathomers,
By the design of our own silent eyes
Given by nature will soak into it.
Is dumb; he is the mute white stony shape