The rainbow bursts like magic on mine eyes! In hues of ancient promise there imprest.

- Charles Tennyson Turner

The little bee returns with evening's gloom, To join her comrades in the braided hive, Where, housed beside their might honey-comb, They dream their …

- Charles Tennyson Turner

When the whistle blew and the call stretched thin across the night, one had to believe that any journey could be sweet to the soul.

- Charles Tennyson Turner

It was a perfect night for a train. The occasional whistle told Louis of all the farewells he had ever known.

- Charles Tennyson Turner