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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908).  A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895.  1895.
From “Tuscan Cypress”
Agnes Mary Frances Darmesteter (b. 1857)
WHEN I am dead and I am quite forgot,
  What care I if my spirit lives or dies?
To walk with angels in a grassy plot,
  And pluck the lilies grown in Paradise?        5
Ah, no—the heaven of all my heart has been
To hear your voice and catch the sighs between.
Ah, no—the better heaven I fain would give,
But in a cranny of your soul to live.
Ah me, you well might wait a little while,
  And not forget me, Sweet, until I die!
I had a home, a little distant isle,
  With shadowy trees and tender misty sky.
I had a home! It was less dear than thou,
And I forgot, as you forget me now.        15
I had a home, more dear than I could tell,
And I forgot, but now remember well.
Love me to-day and think not on to-morrow,
  Come, take my hands, and lead me out of doors,
There in the fields let us forget our sorrow,        20
  Talking of Venice and Ionian shores;—
Talking of all the seas innumerable
Where we will sail and sing when I am well;
Talking of Indian roses gold and red,
Which we will plait in wreaths—when I am dead.        25


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