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In the Hills
His hoar breath stings with rime the skater's face.Mirrored in jet, beneath his hissing feet,
The stars swarm past, and radiate, as they fleet,
The immemorial cold of cosmic space.
| The Comrades | |
Mirrored in jet, beneath his hissing feet,
The stars swarm past, and radiate, as they fleet,
The immemorial cold of cosmic space.