The steeples swam in amethyst, the news like squirrels swam.
This is the Hour of Lead- Remembered, if outlived, As freezing persons, recollect the Snow- First-Chill-then Stupor- then the letting go---
Action is redemption.
A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.
Sunrise: day's great progenitor.
The power to console is not within corporeal reach - though its attempt is precious.