| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 1233. Her Shadow |
| | | By Elisabeth (Cabazza) Pullen |
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| STILL as I move thou movest, | |
| Sister of mine, silent and left of the light. | |
| Why dost thou follow my way | |
| All through the hours of the day? | |
| Where dost thou wait all the night | 5 |
| For the coming of light? | |
| Is it then that thou lovest | |
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| Me, that forever must stand between thee and the sun? | |
| For whose sake thy life is made | |
| The dim, cold life of a shade— | 10 |
| A life that, until it be done, | |
| Is unkissed of the sun. | |
| Hearken, I whisper a word— | |
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| Thy lips too part, yet breathless are they, without fire; | |
| My hands stretch forth, and they clasp | 15 |
| Roses and lilies— | |
| Gray ghosts of bloom, and desire | |
| Ashes for fire! | |
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| Look how my veil is stirred | |
| By the beating beneath it—thine too moves, ah, poor shade! | 20 |
| What of warm life canst thou know? | |
| When I die where wilt thou go— | |
| Wilt thou be lonely, afraid? | |
| I, too, a shade! | |
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