I. The Mockingbird in the Snow.

The blurred world spins; and who but you, O Sentinel,
O herald, could sing aright
The terror and the grimed and speckled blackness
Of a world of white on white?

II. The Mockingbird and the Moon.

Sing your ragged song like some forgotten thing.
Sing against the crazy streets and yellow light.
Sing the jagged edges of a truth obscured.
Sing from the clock-tower in the clock's despite.