At these masses the snow hides from me.
Of the matter of snow here. Both of us have grasped
And I would like
When I am heard, and what I say is solely
Oh, I know. The snow. The effective snow
Dim, and die tonight?
Point, after all, when finally one reaches
A kind of snow, which hesitates
"Be off!" say Winter's snows;
Not daring to oppose
Sought to contrive, intending to express
Of a far barn, just where the road curves sharply
II. Quest and Conquest
Trampled snow is the only rose.
Wheezing ravens, when
The snowflakes are swirling, blotting out
She stretches a hand toward the toothy sleeper
and the Splendid Splinter. For a few dreamy dollars,
Against which we have been projected? What . . .
Of the matter of snow here. Both of us have grasped
And I would like
When I am heard, and what I say is solely
Oh, I know. The snow. The effective snow
Dim, and die tonight?
Point, after all, when finally one reaches
A kind of snow, which hesitates
"Be off!" say Winter's snows;
Not daring to oppose
Sought to contrive, intending to express
Of a far barn, just where the road curves sharply
II. Quest and Conquest
Trampled snow is the only rose.
Wheezing ravens, when
The snowflakes are swirling, blotting out
She stretches a hand toward the toothy sleeper
and the Splendid Splinter. For a few dreamy dollars,
Against which we have been projected? What . . .
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