[B] Chapter Four – An interlude [/B]

Chapter Four – An interlude

It's like the light, —

A fashionless delight

It's like the bee, —

A dateless melody.

It's like the woods,

Private like breeze,

Phraseless, yet it stirs

The proudest trees.

It's like the morning, —

Best when it's done, —

The everlasting clocks

Chime noon. [/Center]

-- "The Wind" by Emily Dickinson