| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895. |
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| The Death of Artemidora |
| | | Walter Savage Landor (1775–1864) |
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| “ARTEMIDORA! Gods invisible, | |
| While thou art lying faint along the couch, | |
| Have tied the sandal to thy veined feet, | |
| And stand beside thee, ready to convey | |
| Thy weary steps where other rivers flow. | 5 |
| Refreshing shades will waft thy weariness | |
| Away, and voices like thine own come nigh, | |
| Soliciting, nor vainly, thy embrace.” | |
| Artemidora sigh’d, and would have press’d | |
| The hand now pressing hers, but was too weak. | 10 |
| Fate’s shears were over her dark hair unseen | |
| While thus Elpenor spake: he look’d into | |
| Eyes that had given light and life erewhile | |
| To those above them, those now dim with tears | |
| And watchfulness. Again he spake of joy, | 15 |
| Eternal. At that word, that sad word, joy, | |
| Faithful and fond her bosom heav’d once more, | |
| Her head fell back: one sob, one loud deep sob | |
| Swell’d through the darken’d chamber; ’t was not hers: | |
| With her that old boat incorruptible, | 20 |
| Unwearied, undiverted in its course, | |
| Had plash’d the water up the farther strand. | |
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