The Russian grin bellows his condolence br tó the family: ah but it's Kay, br & Ted, & Chris & Anne, br Henry thinks of: who eased his fearful way br from here, in here, to there. This wants thought. br I won't make it out. br br Maybe the source of noble such may come br clearer to dazzled Henry. It may come. br I'd say it will come with pain, br in mystery. I'd rather leave it alone. br I do leave it alone. br And down with the listener. br br Now he has become, abrupt, an industry. br Professional-Friends-Of-Robert-Frost all over br gap wide their mouths br while the quirky medium of so many truths br is quiet. Let's be quiet. Let us listen: br —What for, Mr Bones? br —while he begins to have it out with Horace.