and chaste, lovely as lakes to the retired men
Stars, the last day, endless and centerless,
And so I gaze avidly
Like theirs ends? From what distant point of vision
IX. After the Great Northern Expedition
At the white place of the road's vanishing
Away from their profundity of surface.
Stars, the last day, endless and centerless,
Grateful, I know, for just such compensations,
I've drifted somewhat from the distant heart
V. The Dutch in the Arctic
That patch of white at the very end of the road
Before those virile women!
Comes up with as a means to its own end.
Is it almost honey, is it snow?
The edge of that other square cut from the right
That patch of white at the very end of the road
When Arctic winds crack down from Canada
I. Further Exploration of Spitsbergen