| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895. |
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| A Dead Singer |
| | | John E. Logan (b. 1852) |
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| FAIR little spirit of the woodland mazes, | |
| Thou liest sadly low, | |
| No more the purple vetch and star-eyed daisies | |
| Thy mating hymn shall know. | |
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| No more the harebell by the silent river | 5 |
| Shall bend her dainty ear, | |
| When nigh thou fliest, and her petals quiver | |
| With maiden joy to hear. | |
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| No more to flit among the yellow mustard, | |
| Imperial thistle tops, | 10 |
| And intertwining woodbine, thickly clustered | |
| With tendrils of wild hops. | |
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| No more the dragon’s darting course to follow | |
| O’er golden, sunlit sheaves; | |
| No more to catch, within the shady hollow, | 15 |
| The dew from spangled leaves. | |
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| No more above the scented rose to hover, | |
| Sipping its fragrant fee; | |
| No more to chase, across the billowy clover, | |
| The velvet-coated bee. | 20 |
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| What fatal stroke has torn the downy cincture, | |
| Round thy once tuneful throat | |
| And pulseless bosom, where a deathly tincture | |
| Dyes thy soft feathery coat? | |
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| No gentle mate and thou shalt wing together, | 25 |
| With tender chicks, your way, | |
| To sunnier southern fields, when autumn weather | |
| Chills the short northern day. | |
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| Dead is the soul of love and song and laughter, | |
| That thrilled thy fragile breast,— | 30 |
| There is no more for thee, but dead hereafter | |
| Of unbegotten rest. | |
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