How in the soul’s inharmony there lies
The incoherent unity of things.
The Forum Willard Huntington Wright
A THRENODY
In Memory of the Destruction of Messina By Earthquake
Sicilian Muse! O thou who sittest dumb
Amid the sodden fields and ways forlorn,
Where once the herdsmen singing, watched their kine
Breast-deep in fragrance, odorous eve and morn;
Stranger to thee, yet led by love I come,