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Stedman and Hutchinson, comps. A Library of American Literature:
An Anthology in Eleven Volumes. 1891.
Vols. IX–XI: Literature of the Republic, Part IV., 1861–1889


By Thomas Bailey Aldrich (1836–1907)

THE NEW moon hung in the sky, the sun was low in the west,

And my betrothed and I in the church-yard paused to rest—

Happy maiden and lover, dreaming the old dream over:

The light winds wandered by, and robins chirped from the nest.

And lo! in the meadow-sweet was the grave of a little child,

With a crumbling stone at the feet and the ivy running wild—

Tangled ivy and clover folding it over and over:

Close to my sweetheart’s feet was the little mound up-piled.

Stricken with nameless fears, she shrank and clung to me,

And her eyes were filled with tears for a sorrow I did not see:

Lightly the winds were blowing, softly her tears were flowing—

Tears for the unknown years and a sorrow that was to be!