It is said he made his earth-journey, and lost what he sought. It is said they felled him and cut up his limbs for firewood. And it is said his head still sang and was swept out to sea singing.

By dawn he was gone. We have stood here since, in our new life. We have waited. He does not return.

Perhaps he will not return. But what we have lived comes back to us. We see more. We feel, as our rings increase, something that lifts our branches, that stret…

The music reached us. Clumsily, stumbling over our own roots, rustling our leaves in answer, we moved, we followed.

A place in thy memory, dearest, Is all that I claim; To pause and look back when thou hearest The sound of my name.

The whole Earth is the Sepulchre of famous men; and their story is not graven only on Stone over their native earth, but lives on far away, without visible sym…

Farewell! if ever fondest prayer For other's weal avail'd on high, Mine will not all be lost in air, But waft thy name beyond the sky.