• To flee from memory

    Had we the Wings

    Many would fly

    Inured to slower things

    Birds with surprise

    Would scan the cowering Van

    Of men escaping

    From the mind of man

  •        "The Prophets, do they live forever?" -- Zech. I. 5.

     

                Those spirits God ordained,

            To stand the watchmen on the outer wall,

            Upon whose souls the beams of truth first fall;

                They who reveal the ideal, the unattained,

            And to their age, in stirring tones...

  • When Memory is full

    Put on the perfect Lid —

    This Morning's finest syllable

    Presumptuous Evening said —