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To have been claimed by what we see of what
Only whirled snow heaped up by whirled snow,
That square—Oh, 56 x 56
A kind of snow, which hesitates
Preface to the 1948 Edition
And beyond, the same sound of bees
Where does this all end? What is the vanishing
That only you and I can know. Les deux
The purest form is always the one
A kind of snow, which hesitates
and chaste, lovely as lakes to the retired men
Never does any motion, sound, or light
V. The Dutch in the Arctic
Winds blow sharp, what then?
XVII. Greenland
Between the high and the low, in this night.
Where, as I discover as I go through
I bring down a bit of its light
It is as though I were at a second threshold.