Bruce Shanks (1908-1980)

[inscription reads] " I find no sympathetic beauty in the sky I have not lived under. The Elysian fields are not at the ends of the earth - they are here at my feet. / The fiery sun in the west is repeated in every window in Brooks mansion. The sunlight echoed & re-echoed in golden vibrations across the windswept fields. / Sunset, at last was bloody - showing thru (sic) a long blackish blue bar. Twinkles of birds. Gold-edged clean-cut cloud. / Meadow-lark’s clear notes - wind blowing "