I’ve been away for a few days for my brother Isaac’s wedding, and I just got home last night. The ceremony was held in Boston’s Old North Church, and during it I read a Robert Frost poem called “The Master Speed.” A number of people at the reception asked me for a copy, so I thought I’d post it here:

No speed of wind or water rushing by
But you have speed far greater. You can climb
Back up a stream of radiance to the sky,
And back through history up the stream of time.
And you were given this swiftness, not for haste
Nor chiefly that you may go where you will,
But in the rush of everything to waste,
That you may have the power of standing still–
Off any still or moving thing you say.
Two such as you with such a master speed
Cannot be parted nor be swept away
From one another once you are agreed
That life is only life forevermore
Together wing to wing and oar to oar.