Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895.
Cosmo Monkhouse b. 1840Song
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And did not pine,
And waste my life with secret pain, but strove
To make him mine?
My eye to speak,
And bid the burning blush to paint unsought
My flashing cheek;
My love “Goodby,”
So weak that every other sound was hid,
Except a sigh.
That hearts are mov’d,
And spring warm-struck with life and love anew,
By being lov’d?
Stole ’neath my brow.
’T was thus I won my heart’s own heart, and both
Are happy now.