Between the high and the low, in this night.
to matter, for the flushed boys are muscular
XV. The International Circumpolar Stations: The Greely Expedition
Oh you builders,
When Arctic winds crack down from Canada
Point, after all, when finally one reaches
Between the high and the low, in this night.
Covering the land—
Rain. We are forced to fly,
That desire has ever built, have approached
At four, the spectators leave in pairs, off
Merely a mockery of spring
Where, as I discover as I go through
The purest form is always the one
Trampled snow is the only rose.
whose soft bristles graze the top-racks.
X. The British Attack on the Arctic
Between the high and the low, in this night.
then takes a step back, to be safe as she reaches.