Icehearted

There are no painted-glass windows in Southern mills to cut off the view or the light of heaven, and no icehearted superintendents to lord it over the operatives.

And it was Swan — not the Chinese slave, not the icehearted mademoiselle, not the thieving ugly whore at the fandango house — that the forty-niner wove into his mythology.

Oh, icehearted counselor . . . If I could find a word that might make known The crime of my destroyer.