Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, March 13, 1911

At the foot of Euclid a train rushed past and I remarked on the beauty of the smoke which was white and ghostly in the still moonlight. Merle compared me to Wordsworth, and advised me to write and “Ode to Smoke!” We had lots of fun over this, but at the Depot when another train went by, the smoke of this being crimsoned by the light from the furnace even she thought it was pretty.
Charles E. Burchfield, March 13, 1911