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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.

By JohnErskine

1722 The Song

A SONG lay silent in my pen

Where yesterday I found it,

Right cozy in its gloomy den,

With a melody wrapped round it.

Through all the years ’t was waiting so,

To hear the summons of that minute;

I thought I loved the pen; but no!

It was the song within it!

To-day my lady sang to me

My song in sweetest fashion:

Unwrapped it from the melody

In the radiance of its passion.

As one might see a blossom grow,

Yet never see the sun above it,

I thought I loved the song; but no!

It was her singing of it!