| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 1599. To Faustine |
| | | By Arthur Colton |
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| SOMETHING, it may be, you and I | |
| In some deserted yard will lie | |
| Where Memory fades away; | |
| Caring no more for Love his dreams, | |
| Busy with new and alien themes, | 5 |
| The saints and sages say. | |
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| But let our graves be side by side, | |
| So idlers may at evening tide | |
| Pause there a moment’s space: | |
| “Ah, they were lovers who lie here; | 10 |
| Else why these low graves laid so near, | |
| In this forgotten place?” | |
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