| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 836. Presentiment |
| | | By Ambrose Bierce |
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| WITH saintly grace and reverent tread | |
| She walked among the graves with me; | |
| Her every footfall seemed to be | |
| A benediction on the dead. | |
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| The guardian spirit of the place | 5 |
| She seemed, and I some ghost forlorn, | |
| Surprised by the untimely morn | |
| She made with her resplendent face. | |
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| Moved by some waywardness of will, | |
| Three paces from the path apart | 10 |
| She stepped and stood—my prescient heart | |
| Was stricken with a passing chill. | |
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| My child-lore of the years agone | |
| Remembering, I smiled and thought, | |
| “Who shudders suddenly at naught, | 15 |
| His grave is being trod upon.” | |
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| But now I know that it was more | |
| Than idle fancy. O, my sweet, | |
| I did not know such little feet | |
| Could make a buried heart so sore! | 20 |
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