ICE AGE
Noiselessly the planets will blow by,Like smoke, like breath, like driven snow;Frost-bitten suns on on, on on will blow;Over earth's curve, the moons, like birds, will fly,Making no noise and only vague shadow.
And spider snow will spin and spinA tangle of frost to snare earth in.
Little earth, then,Will house few men:Little earth, shrunken—No longer drunkenPurple, splendid, roistering earthLittle earth hungWith pearls of seas,Little earth shivering,About to freeze.
And through her veins, caught in this web,Life and color and sound will ebb.
There will be faint tints, noneFrom the center of the sun.
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