Thomas R. Lounsbury, ed. (1838–1915). Yale Book of American Verse. 1912.
Ralph Waldo Emerson 18031882
Ralph Waldo Emerson41 To Eva
O
Were kindled in the upper skies
At the same torch that lighted mine;
For so I must interpret still
Thy sweet dominion o’er my will,
A sympathy divine.
Features that seem at heart my own; Nor fear those watchful sentinels, Who charm the more their glance forbids, Chaste-glowing, underneath their lids, With fire that draws while it repels.