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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.

By Edith MatildaThomas

1168 Quatrains

THE SOUL IN THE BODY

WHAT if the Soul her real life elsewhere holds,

Her faint reflex Time’s darkling stream enfolds,

And thou and I, though seeming dwellers here,

Live some where yonder in the starlit sphere?

INSOMNIA

A HOUSE of sleepers—I, alone unblest,

Am yet awake and empty vigil keep.

When these, who spend life’s day with me, find rest,

Oh, let me not be last to fall asleep!

TO IMAGINATION

ONE day thou didst desert me—then I learned

How looks the world to men that lack thy grace,

And toward the shadowy night sick-hearted turned,—

When, lo! the first star brought me back thy face!