He walked down through an April world of majestic winds and high-blown skirts and shaded buildings and children sending cheerful kits of red and yellow and orange into a flawless sky, and fountains splashing time-flowing mists across shattered ponds, and drooping old men with blurred and distant eyes,...
Sketch: Vol. 23
, Article 8.
Available at: https://lib.dr.iastate.edu/sketch/vol23/iss3/8