| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895. |
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| Eventide |
| | | Thomas Burbidge (b. 1816) |
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| COMES something down with eventide | |
| Beside the sunset’s golden bars, | |
| Beside the floating scents, beside | |
| The twinkling shadows of the stars. | |
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| Upon the river’s rippling face, | 5 |
| Flash after flash the white | |
| Broke up in many a shallow place; | |
| The rest was soft and bright. | |
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| By chance my eye fell on the stream; | |
| How many a marvellous power, | 10 |
| Sleeps in us,—sleeps, and doth not dream! | |
| This knew I in that hour. | |
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| For then my heart, so full of strife, | |
| No more was in me stirr’d; | |
| My life was in the river’s life, | 15 |
| And I nor saw nor heard. | |
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| I and the river, we were one: | |
| The shade beneath the bank, | |
| I felt it cool; the setting sun | |
| Into my spirit sank. | 20 |
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| A rushing thing in power serene | |
| I was; the mystery | |
| I felt of having ever been | |
| And being still to be. | |
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| Was it a moment or an hour? | 25 |
| I knew not; but I mourn’d | |
| When from that realm of awful power | |
| I to these fields return’d. | |
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