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
Song: ‘Slipping, drifting with the tide’
By Mary Newmarch Prescott (1849–1888)S
All the summer twilight through,
While in heaven the stars abide,
In my heart sweet dreams of you.
Seem the chorus of our song,
Summer odors blown before
Float the tune along.
Paints the earth a thing divine?
Spread the sail and haste away
Where the distant breakers shine?
Would they crush us like a shell?
Dying, dearest, in your clasp
All would yet be well!