To Mabel, so that when life is somewhat more dusty than it is now she may remember the wood-lilies…and how we hid above Salt Creek when it was all dappled sun-gold and leaf shadow. And having remembered that far she will think kindly of Glitter Wing, the blue dragonfly so generous that he allowed his dinner to escape alive…probably because its taste was singularly unedifying! Remember Glitter Wing, like us betrayed by summer, his destiny to forsake the sun-paths and shiver to a pinch of jeweled dust at the first touch of frost. Remember Glitter Wing… his dust was jeweled!
Inscription in a book, 1939
Inscription in a book, 1939