“Whither away, Bluebird, Whither away? The blast is chill, yet in the upper sky Thou still canst find the color of thy wing, The hue of May. Warbler, why speed, thy southern flight? ah, why, Thou, too, whose song first told us of the Spring? Whither away?” FirstsMayStillsSongSkyColorSpringWingsSpeedFlightSouthernChillBlastHueBluebird Book:Poetical works Source: Poetical works
“The critic's first labor is the task of distinguishing between men, as history and their works display them, and the ideals which one and another have conspired to urge upon his acceptance.” MenFirstsAcceptanceIdealsLaborTasksCriticsUrgesDisplay Book:Poets of America Source: Poets of America
