|Stedman and Hutchinson, comps. A Library of American Literature:|
An Anthology in Eleven Volumes. 1891.
Vols. IXXI: Literature of the Republic, Part IV., 18611889
|By Harriet Prescott Spofford (18351921)|
WERE all alone, were all alone!
|The moon and stars are dead and gone;|
|The nights at deep, the wind asleep,|
|And thou and I are all alone!|
|What care have we though life there be?|| 5|
|Tumult and life are not for me!|
|Silence and sleep about us creep;|
|Tumult and life are not for thee!|
|How late it is since such as this|
|Had topped the height of breathing bliss!|| 10|
|And now we keep an iron sleep,|
|In that grave thou, and I in this!|