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Noiselessly the planets will blow byLike smoke, like breath, like driven snow,Frost-bitten suns on on, on on will blow,Over earth's curve, the moons, like birds, will flyMaking no noise and only vague shadow.
And spider snow will spin and spinA tangle of frost to snare earth in.
Little earth, thenWill house few men,Little earth, shrunken,No longer drunkenPurple, splendid, roistering earth;Little earth hungWith pearls of seas,Little earth shivering,About to freeze.
And through her veins, caught in this webLife and color and sound will ebb.
There will be faint tints, noneFrom the center of the sun.
There will be light noises, noSound harsher than snow.
Never a sound of thunder or river,Torrent or stone,Only vague breath from the old life-giver,Making her ownFinal, lingering filagreeOf frost blownOn the glass of the sky, in planet and treeAn icicle moon, a torrent and three

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