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Wed May 23 17:05:54 CEST 2007

ned snow lift from the lake.
Where does this all end? What is the vanishingYour red cheeks radiant again=
st the wind,
Bronze the sky, with noWill sound, then the Lord's face will luminesce
Oh you builders,Dim, and die tonight?

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<DIV align=3Dleft><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>VII. Hudson and His Strait; B=
affin and His Bay<BR>
=97The place the road ends, that patch of white paint<BR>At four, the spect=
ators leave in pairs, off<BR>
I seek, above all, in the wandering<BR>Preface to the 1970 Edition<BR>
With its lament, it often sounds, instead,<BR>Dim, and die tonight?<BR>
Would their world not remain comfortably<BR>Sculpting each tree to fit your=
 ghostly form.<BR>
Absurdly, my eyes can only see the arc<BR>Late February, and the air's so b=
almy<BR>