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But snow has gathered there, has piled up,Sits at the limit of a kind of worldDreaming time has reversed—and you,Never does any motion, sound, or lightThe bees are buzzing,I. Arctic SceneryToward the still dab of white that oscillatesPallid waste where no radiant fathomers,Dim, and die tonight?He is harsh, dismal, ice—that is, exiled;Snow haze gleams like sand.So you can watch me watch uplifted snowBetween the high and the low, in this night.In dense bare branches, or the ubiquitousSculpting each tree to fit your ghostly form.Like theirs ends? From what distant point of visionI seek, above all, in the wanderingshaded by live oaks and bottlebrush treesBrush the lone giant in that somber pall.