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Toward something that the world is pointing towardStars, the last day, endless and centerless,Away, my songs, must we goAre muffled into silence that refusesHow bittersweet it is, on winter's night,Like some poor wounded wretch—long left for deadWhere does this all end? What is the vanishingTo run, as in the time of the bee, seekingwill be penciled on the coffeeshop menus.Thinking of your abiding spirit brings"Be off!" say Winter's snows;Life, or only joy, that stands outIV. The Paths to CathaySet on that tomb in the eternal night;Among us, only Alberti, then Sangallo,To watch me watch drowned snow lift from the lake.Against this sky no longer of our world.In white, in paint too representativeVI. Smeerenburg and the Whale-Oil Rush