Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.
By EdwardYoung336 Under the Violets
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Where low the willow droops and weeps,
Where children tread with timid feet,
When twilight o’er the forest creeps,
She sleeps,—my little darling sleeps.
Where so much loveliness is laid!
Pour out thy heart in strains of woe,
O bird! that in the willow’s shade
Sing’st till the stars do pale and fade.
As in the happy days of old,
The sun doth every morning rise
O’er mountain summits tipped with gold,
And set where sapphire seas are rolled;
This glory I no more can see.
O weary heart, that throbbest so,
Thou hast but this one wish,—to be
A little dust beneath the tree.
And we were lying side by side
With her who took our life away
That heavy day whereon she died.
O grave! I would thy gates were wide.