Merely a mockery of spring
Hoarfrost is in his bones and on his head,
IV. The Paths to Cathay
Upon from the right by far trees, that white place
their bellies, they're out cold, instantaneously
Pealing, it tries to fill the cold night air
He is harsh, dismal, ice—that is, exiled;
Given by nature will soak into it.
The surge of swirling wind defines
IX. After the Great Northern Expedition
Seen. What you know is only manifest
Only whirled snow heaped up by whirled snow,
Where, as I discover as I go through