Rob Storrs

a crescent still abides

To Louise and Fannie Norcross
[“Little Cousins” of E.D., 1884]

Thank you, dears, for the sympathy.  I hardly dare to know that I have lost another friend, but anguish finds it out.

Each that we lose takes part of us;
A crescent still abides,
Which like the moon, some turbid night,
Is summoned by the tides.

…I work to drive the awe away, yet awe impels the work.

I almost picked the crocuses, you told them so sincerely.  Spring’s first conviction is a wealth beyond its whole experience.

…I know each moment of [George] is a gleam of boundlessness.

…Till the first friend dies, we think ecstasy impersonal, but then discover that he was the cup from which we drank it, itself as yet unknown.  Sweetest love for each, and a kiss besides for [George]’s cheek, should you again meet [him].