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
Then shall I Triumph
By Charles de Kay (18481935)[From The Love Poems of Louis Barnaval. 1883.]
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Your bosom, now ineffable
As God’s most pure, unwritten page,
No longer glorious in swell,
War on the ravished eyes will wage
Nor still of other beauties tell.
Your lips will pinch, your neck turn sallow,
Your eyesight fail and cheeks grow hollow.
I’ll press with bliss by so much clearer
As from your frame the beauty slips
And to your eyes the soul is nearer.
Thus have you seen of seaworn ships
Crumbled in wreck the lifelong steerer
Feel for the hulk more love and pride
Then e’er for yachts that brave the tide.