<poem> face with you! His spirit is a white gull with delicate pink feet and a snowy breast for you to hold to your lips delicately!
X. The young doctor is dancing with happiness in the sparkling wind, alone at the prow of the ferry! He notices the curdy barnacles and broken ice crusts left at the slip's base by the low tide and thinks of summer and green shell crusted ledges among the emerald eel-grass!
XI. Who knows the Palisades as I do knows the river breaks east from them above the city—but they continue south —under the sky—to bear a crest of little peering houses that brighten with dawn behind the moody water-loving giants of Manhattan.
XII. Long yellow rushes bending above the white snow patches;
purple and gold ribbon