| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (18331908). An American Anthology, 17871900. 1900. |
| |
| 1081. My Comrade |
| | | By Edwin Markham |
| |
| |
| I NEVER build a song by night or day, | |
| Of breaking ocean or of blowing whin, | |
| But in some wondrous unexpected way, | |
| Like light upon a road, my Love comes in. | |
| |
| And when I go at night upon the hill, | 5 |
| My heart is lifted on mysterious wings: | |
| My Love is there to strengthen and to still, | |
| For she can take away the dread of things. | |
| |
|
|
|