And this mighty master of the organ of language, who knew its every stop and pipe, who could awaken at will the thin silver tones of its slenderest reeds or the solemn cadence of its deepest thunder, who could make it sing like a flute or roar like a cataract, he was born into a country without literature.
Willa Cather (1873–1947), U.S. novelist. originally published in the [Lincoln, NE] Courier (Oct. 12, 1895). repr. In The World and the Parish: Willa Cather's Articles and Reviews, 1893-1902, vol. 1, ed. William M. Curtin, University of Nebraska Press (1970).
Said of Edgar Allan Poe, whose genius as a prose stylist and whose hunger both impressed Cather.