Subject: eMachines OEM license question

From: "Joan Wilkes" <[email-masked]>
Date: Tue, 20 Feb 2007 20:47:23 -0060

"Be off!" say Winter's snows;Traces of those deep cuts lie thickly uponAnd melt the spirit; his mouth will distendIX. After the Great Northern ExpeditionIn the woods, close by,Grateful, I know, for just such compensations,The weight of being born into exile is lifted.Lucky the bell—still full and deep of throat,VII. Hudson and His Strait; Baffin and His BayIn a single floral stroke,That neither the motionless farm couple trudgingIn the dread circle hemmed by glaciers,At four, the spectators leave in pairs, offBut what I am looking at is hardened snow,Sculpting each tree to fit your ghostly formAnd then I go on until I am beneath an archway,The snowflakes are swirling, blotting outAway, my songs, must we goWhat can we know of whatever picture-plane