|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 Arlo Bates (18501918)|
[From Berries of the Brier. 1886.]
LET gleeful muses sing their roundelays!
| So might my muse have sung;|
| But in the jocund days|
| When she was young,|
| She chanced upon a grave|| 5|
|New-made, and since, there strays|
|A mournful cadence through her lightest stave.|
| Her mask, however gay,|
| Still covers cheeks tear-wet;|
| She cannot, in her singing, smile|| 10|
| Until she can forget.|