Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

[inscription reads] one - alone I was as I am always except when with acquaintances who demand attention. One street was lined - both sides of the sidewalk - with button-wood trees - my poets. Hardly a leaf was off the trees. Once as I was walking down Euclid, the sun, long behind a great watery cloud, boomed forth an instant and like a flash of fire the lawns on every hand burned emerald! / At 3:30 Bailey & Duke & I thru (sic) Park earnestly