| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895. |
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| | | Cosmo Monkhouse (b. 1840) |
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| WHO calls me bold because I won my love, | |
| And did not pine, | |
| And waste my life with secret pain, but strove | |
| To make him mine? | |
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| I us’d no arts; ’t was Nature’s self that taught | 5 |
| My eye to speak, | |
| And bid the burning blush to paint unsought | |
| My flashing cheek; | |
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| That made my voice to tremble when I bid | |
| My love “Goodby,” | 10 |
| So weak that every other sound was hid, | |
| Except a sigh. | |
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| Oh, was it wrong to use the truth I knew, | |
| That hearts are mov’d, | |
| And spring warm-struck with life and love anew, | 15 |
| By being lov’d? | |
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| One night there came a tear, that, big and loth, | |
| Stole ’neath my brow. | |
| ’T was thus I won my heart’s own heart, and both | |
| Are happy now. | 20 |
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