| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895. |
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| Heracleitus |
| | | William Johnson Cory (1823–92) |
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| THEY 1 told me, Heracleitus, they told me you were dead, | |
| They brought me bitter news to hear and bitter tears to shed. | |
| I wept, as I remember’d how often you and I | |
| Had tir’d the sun with talking and sent him down the sky. | |
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| And now that thou art lying, my dear old Carian guest, | 5 |
| A handful of gray ashes, long, long ago at rest, | |
| Still are thy pleasant voices, thy nightingales, awake; | |
| For Death, he taketh all away, but them he cannot take. | |
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