Epigraph
To
EDWIN MARKHAM
and
ANNA CATHERINE MARKHAM
who live their poetry.
“That nothing walks with aimless feet;
That not one life shall be destroyed;
Or cast as rubbish to the void,
When God hath made the pile complete;
“That not one worm is cloven in vain;
That not a moth with vain desire
Is shrivel’d in a fruitless fire,
Or but subserves another’s gain.”
—Tennyson.