At some glad moment was it nature's choice to dower a scrap of sunset with a voice?

- Edgar Fawcett

We say of the oak, How grand of girth! Of the willow we say, How slender! And yet to the soft grass clothing the earth How slight is the praise we re…

- Edgar Fawcett

January is here, with eyes that keenly glow, A frost-mailed warrior striding a shadowy steed of snow.

- Edgar Fawcett