"Be off!" say Winter's snows

"Be off!" say Winter’s snows;
The mortal architect had brought to life,
To have been claimed by what we see of what
Pealing, it tries to fill the cold night air
and turn it into something cartoon-funny.
Preface to the 1970 Edition
demonstrating their talent for comedy—stroke
Wide, whited fields, a way unframed at last
and the Splendid Splinter. For a few dreamy dollars,
V. The Dutch in the Arctic
No name, no meaning. Oh my friends,
I bring down a bit of its light
And all at once it is the meadow I walked in at ten,
They move against, or through, or by, or toward.
Pierced by the mist that fades away,
My keyhole blows a gale
I do not betray you, I still go forward,
No name, no meaning. Oh my friends,
IX. After the Great Northern Expedition