Subject: Deanne

From: "willey olvan" <[email-masked]>
Date: Sun, 1 Apr 2007 15:56:39 +0900

Stunned in their voiceless way to be alive
Come, swallows, it's good-bye.
and chaste, lovely as lakes to the retired men
Away, my songs, must we go
High on this surface, guarding the edge of P?e
A frame of glided twilight뾋
They tear apart the mist, it is as though,
Sought to contrive, intending to express
II. Quest and Conquest
My only thought is for what has
Given by nature will soak into it.
XVI. Laying a Ghost: The Jeannette and the Fram
III. Chronology of Northern Exploration
Two of us, Docteur and Madame Machin, who stand
Again awaken from your being gone to find
Stunned in their voiceless way to be alive
His sightless eyes horribly watch the air;
"Be off!" say Winter's snows;
High on this surface, guarding the edge of P?e