Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

 victorious and serene. Thus we may for a score succeeding days, hear the “brassy crescendo” of a cicada at precisely the same hour and each day we listen to it as intently and whole-heartedly as tho hearing it the first time. We say see the wind shake sunshine from the pliant poplar leaves day after day, and still continue to marvel at the divine beauty of it.(HT)(HT)But let us go back, before the storm is over.(HT)(HT)And thus, I watched this storm tonight, filled with an awe and reverence at its beauty as deep, perhaps, or deeper than,