Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, November 3, 1917

The sounds – what an Elysian feeling about the telegraph harp –

Other sounds – street cleaners scraping the brick pavement with their shovels – they are unseen – it sounds like ice-scraping on a warm “Before Spring” day –

Coal going in a cellar on an iron chute –

The November dusk, in the still woods a pin oak commences to rustle – the sound is cold & lonely but the telegraph harp!  That sounds is not of the earth, it comes from afar off, out of the infinity of sky –

Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, November 3, 1917