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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908).  An American Anthology, 1787–1900.  1900.
426. In the Still, Star-Lit Night
By Elizabeth Stoddard
  IN the still, star-lit night,
By the full fountain and the willow-tree,
  I walked, and not alone—
A spirit walked with me!
  A shade fell on the grass;        5
Upon the water fell a deeper shade:
  Something the willow stirred,
For to and fro it swayed.
  The grass was in a quiver,
The water trembled, and the willow-tree        10
  Sighed softly; I sighed loud—
The spirit taunted me.
  All the night long I walked
By the full fountain, dropping icy tears;
  I tore the willow leaves,        15
I tore the long, green spears!
  I clutched the quaking grass,
And beat the rough bark of the willow-tree;
  I shook the wreathed boughs,
To make the spirit flee.        20
  It haunted me till dawn,
By the full fountain and the willow-tree;
  For with myself I walked—
How could the spirit flee?


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