| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 661. Asleep |
| | | By William Winter |
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| HE knelt beside her pillow, in the dead watch of the night, | |
| And he heard her gentle breathing, but her face was still and white, | |
| And on her poor, wan cheek a tear told how the heart can weep, | |
| And he said, “My love was weary—God bless her! she ’s asleep.” | |
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| He knelt beside her gravestone in the shuddering autumn night, | 5 |
| And he heard the dry grass rustle, and his face was thin and white, | |
| And through his heart the tremor ran of grief that cannot weep, | |
| And he said, “My love was weary—God bless her! she ’s asleep.” | |
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