May 20, 1942 – January 17, 1999
(From “To a Sky-Lark”)
“Higher still and higher
From the earth thou springest
Like a cloud of fire;
The blue deep thou wingest,
And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
“In the golden lightning
Of the sunken Sun –
O’er which clouds are brightning,
Thou dost float and run;
Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun.”
Love, Celeste
