Over the chilly dale.
XVIII. The Northeast and Northwest Passages
will be penciled on the coffeeshop menus.
High on this surface, guarding the edge of Père
Upon from the right by far trees, that white place
With sun's warmth wasted on a stone,
To a higher level of appearance.
Event, the end of the painted road ends up
In Winter Haven, the ballplayers are stretching
And still my mind goes groping in the mud to bring
?The place the road ends, that patch of white paint
to restaurants for Early Bird Specials.
And the wide arrowhead the road itself