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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.  The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes.  1917.
 
Along the Grassy Slope I Sit
By Richard Henry Stoddard (1825–1903)
 
ALONG the grassy slope I sit,
  And dream of other years;
My heart is full of soft regrets,
  My eyes of tender tears.
 
The wild bees hummed about the spot,        5
  The sheep-bells tinkled far,
Last year when Alice sat with me,
  Beneath the evening star.
 
The same sweet star is o’er me now,
  Around the same soft hours;        10
But Alice molders in the dust
  With all the last year’s flowers.
 
I sit alone, and only hear
  The wild bees on the steep,
And distant bells that seem to float        15
  From out the folds of Sleep.
 
 
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