Excerpt from From Lone Mountain to Twin Peaks: In Memory of Richard Realf, "Poet, Social Pioneer, Emancipator" I think that Love makes all things musical, As, melted in the marvel of its breaths, Our barren lives to blossoming lyrics swell, And the new births shine upward from old deaths; Witching the world with wonder. Thus to-day, Watching the crowding people in the street, I thought the ebbing and the flowing feet, Moved to a delicate sense of rhythm alway, And that I heard the yearning faces say, Soul, sing me this new song! The Autumn leaves, Throbbed subtly to me an immortal tune. And when a warm shower wet the roofs at noon, Low melodies seemed to slide down from the eaves, Dying delicious in a dreamy swoon. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.