Harold Hart Crane - North Labrador

A land of leaning ice <br />Hugged by plaster-grey arches of sky, <br />Flings itself silently <br />Into eternity. <br /> <br />'Has no one come here to win you, <br />Or left you with the faintest blush <br />Upon your glittering breasts? <br />Have you no memories, O Darkly Bright?' <br /> <br />Cold-hushed, there is only the shifting moments <br />That journey toward no Spring - <br />No birth, no death, no time nor sun <br />In answer.<br /><br />Harold Hart Crane<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/north-labrador/