quickening crow

Rob Storrs

To Mrs. Edward Tuckerman
[wife of the professor of botany at Amherst, April, 1885]


Dear Friend, —We want you to wake— Easter has come and gone.


Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.


Quickened toward all celestial things by crows I heard this morning, accept a loving caw from a


           Nameless friend


                                     “Selah”