Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
Bret Harte. 1839–1902813. What the Bullet sang
| O JOY of creation, | |
| To be! | |
| O rapture, to fly | |
| And be free! | |
| Be the battle lost or won, | 5 |
| Though its smoke shall hide the sun, | |
| I shall find my love—the one | |
| Born for me! | |
| I shall know him where he stands | |
| All alone, | 10 |
| With the power in his hands | |
| Not o’erthrown; | |
| I shall know him by his face, | |
| By his godlike front and grace; | |
| I shall hold him for a space | 15 |
| All my own! | |
| It is he—O my love! | |
| So bold! | |
| It is I—all thy love | |
| Foretold! | 20 |
| It is I—O love, what bliss! | |
| Dost thou answer to my kiss? | |
| O sweetheart! what is this | |
| Lieth there so cold? |