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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908).  An American Anthology, 1787–1900.  1900.
487. Lise
By Rose Terry Cooke
IF I were a cloud in heaven,
  I would hang over thee;
If I were a star of even,
  I ’d rise and set for thee;
For love, life, light, were given        5
  Thy ministers to be.
If I were a wind’s low laughter,
  I ’d kiss thy hair;
Or a sunbeam coming after,
  Lie on thy forehead fair;        10
For the world and its wide hereafter
  Have nought with thee to compare.
If I were a fountain leaping,
  Thy name should be
The burden of my sweet weeping;        15
  If I were a bee,
My honeyed treasures keeping,
  ’T were all for thee!
There ’s never a tided ocean
  Without a shore;        20
Nor a leaf whose downward motion
  No dews deplore;
And I dream that my devotion
  May move thee to sigh once more.


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