| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895. |
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| Too Late |
| | | Dinah Maria Mulock Craik (1826–87) |
| | | | | “Dowglas, Dowglas, Tendir and Treu” |
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| COULD ye come back to me, Douglas, Douglas, | |
| In the old likeness that I knew, | |
| I would be so faithful, so loving, Douglas, | |
| Douglas, Douglas, tender and true. | |
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| Never a scornful word should grieve ye, | 5 |
| I ’d smile on ye sweet as the angels do: | |
| Sweet as your smile on me shone ever, | |
| Douglas, Douglas, tender and true. | |
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| Oh, to call back the days that are not! | |
| My eyes were blinded, your words were few: | 10 |
| Do you know the truth now, up in heaven, | |
| Douglas, Douglas, tender and true? | |
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| I never was worthy of you, Douglas; | |
| Not half worthy the like of you: | |
| Now all men beside seem to me like shadows— | 15 |
| I love you, Douglas, tender and true. | |
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| Stretch out your hand to me, Douglas, Douglas, | |
| Drop forgiveness from heaven like dew; | |
| As I lay my heart on your dead heart, Douglas, | |
| Douglas, Douglas, tender and true! | 20 |
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