Stedman and Hutchinson, comps. A Library of American Literature:
An Anthology in Eleven Volumes. 1891.
Vols. IX–XI: Literature of the Republic, Part IV., 1861–1889
A Lament
By Arlo Bates (18501918)[From Berries of the Brier. 1886.]
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So might my muse have sung;
But in the jocund days
When she was young,
She chanced upon a grave
New-made, and since, there strays
A mournful cadence through her lightest stave.
Still covers cheeks tear-wet;
She cannot, in her singing, smile
Until she can forget.