Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.
VII. Loves PowerHope Deferred
AnonymousH
I catch my name upon the wayworn sheet:
His hand—oh, reach it to me quick! And yet,
Scarce can I hold, so fast my pulses beat.
O passion-lettered scroll from o’er the sea!
Like a fresh burst of life to one long dead,
Joy, strength, and bright content come back with thee,
Each day methought my waiting heart must break;
Why is it that our loved ones grow more dear
The more we suffer for their sweetest sake?
With truthful tenderness and promise sweet.
Now to my daily tasks I ’ll singing go,
Fed by the music of this wayworn sheet.