| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (18331908). A Victorian Anthology, 18371895. 1895. |
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| The Brook-Side |
| | | Richard Monckton Milnes Houghton, 1st Baron (180985) |
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| I WANDERD by the brook-side, | |
| I wanderd by the mill; | |
| I could not hear the brook flow, | |
| The noisy wheel was still; | |
| There was no burr of grasshopper, | 5 |
| No chirp of any bird, | |
| But the beating of my own heart | |
| Was all the sound I heard. | |
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| I sat beneath the elm-tree; | |
| I watchd the long, long shade, | 10 |
| And, as it grew still longer, | |
| I did not feel afraid; | |
| For I listend for a footfall, | |
| I listend for a word, | |
| But the beating of my own heart | 15 |
| Was all the sound I heard. | |
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| He came not,no, he came not | |
| The night came on alone, | |
| The little stars sat, one by one, | |
| Each on his golden throne; | 20 |
| The evening wind passd by my cheek, | |
| The leaves above were stirrd, | |
| But the beating of my own heart | |
| Was all the sound I heard. | |
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| Fast silent tears were flowing, | 25 |
| When something stood behind; | |
| A hand was on my shoulder, | |
| I knew its touch was kind: | |
| It drew me nearernearer, | |
| We did not speak one word, | 30 |
| For the beating of our own hearts | |
| Was all the sound we heard. | |
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