| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 933. Song |
| | | By Francis Howard Williams |
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| A BIRD in my bower | |
| Sat calling, a-calling; | |
| A bird answered low from the garden afar. | |
| His note came with power, | |
| While falling, a-falling, | 5 |
| Her note quivered faint as the light of a star. | |
| “I am Life! I am Life!” | |
| From the bower a-ringing, | |
| Trilled forth a mad melody, soaring above; | |
| “I am Love! I am Love!” | 10 |
| From the garden a-singing, | |
| Came soft as a dream, and the echoes sang “Love.” | |
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| They joined, and together | |
| Fast flying, a-flying, | |
| Were lost to my gaze in the arch of the sky. | 15 |
| The wind through the heather | |
| Is sighing, a-sighing; | |
| Ah! how should it ever do other than sigh? | |
| Where art thou, where art thou, | |
| Life, flying, a-flying? | 20 |
| Where art thou, O Love, sweetest child of the dawn? | |
| The song in the meadow | |
| Is dying, a-dying; | |
| My heart groweth heavy, and whispereth—“Gone.” | |
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