Adelaide Anne Procter

“ Love may strive, but vain is the endeavour
All its boundless riches to unfold;
Still its tenderest, truest secret lingers
Ever in its deepest depths untold.
Things of Time have voices: speak and perish.
Art and Love speak—but their words must be
Like sighings of illimitable forests,
And waves of an unfathomable sea.
Notes Excerpts from this poem are found etched on seven tablets located on the walls (north and south) of the North Corridor of the Thomas Jefferson Building (Library of Congress) . ”