The rainbow bursts like magic on mine eyes! In hues of ancient promise there imprest… — Charles Tennyson Turner
When the whistle blew and the call stretched thin across the night, one had to believe — Charles Tennyson Turner
Not until he stood at the altar did he achieve a sense of being hale and furnished. — 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