| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895. |
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| The Voice of D. G. R. |
| | | Sir Edmund William Gosse (1849–1928) |
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| FROM this carved chair wherein I sit tonight, | |
| The dead man read in accents deep and strong, | |
| Through lips that were like Chaucer’s, his great song | |
| About the Beryl and its virgin light; | |
| And still that music lives in death’s despite, | 5 |
| And though my pilgrimage on earth be long, | |
| Time cannot do my memory so much wrong | |
| As e’er to make that gracious voice take flight. | |
| I sit here with closed eyes; the sound comes back, | |
| With youth, and hope, and glory on its track, | 10 |
| A solemn organ-music of the mind; | |
| So, when the oracular moon brings back the tide, | |
| After long drought, the sandy channel wide | |
| Murmurs with waves, and sings beneath the wind. | |
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