THE VOYAGE 'ROUND THE HORN
SILL spent part of the summer and autumn following his graduation in the beautiful old town of Windsor, Connecticut, where he was born. A scrap from a letter to a classmate indicates that he read poetry if he did not write any, and that his undergraduate love for Tennyson still held.
"Have been noticing what different poets have said about the autumn leaves, as an example of Tennyson's infinite height above them all. You know how he talks: --
"'Flying gold of autumn woodland --' "'This maple burn itself away --' "'I laid a fiery finger on the leaves --'etc., etc.
"Other poets, 'brown and sere' -- 'sere and yellow' -- et cetera, no bettera.
"Been reading (and enjoying--tell it not in Gath) one John Milton 'Paradise Lost'! I guess the judgment of generations is a pretty sure thing after all.
"Great world as ever, is n't it? How about immortality? Much taught, or at all, in Old Testament? Am still wondering about that