Out of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow.Even as our cloudy fancies take Suddenly shape in some divine expression,Even as the troubled heart doth make In the white countenance confession, The troubled sky reveals The grief it feels.This is …
"Never again? Why not again? Memory has power as real as thine." #Brontë
This story is gritty, engaging, and awe-inspiring. It is a lesson full of warnings. It is history in action. And for all this, it should still be among the great works that we all read and learn from.
"One short sleep past, we wake eternally And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die." #JohnDonne #HolySonnetX
"Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The Carriage held but just Ourselves – And Immortality." #EmilyDickinson #poetry
Madelyn Rose Craig 