| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 1635. Night in Camp |
| | | By Herbert Bashford |
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| FIERCE burns our fire of driftwood; overhead | |
| Gaunt maples lift arms against the night; | |
| The stars are sobbing,—sorrow-shaken, white, | |
| And high they hang, or show sad eyes grown red | |
| With weeping for their queen,—the moon, just dead. | 5 |
| Black shadows backward reel when tall and bright | |
| The broad flames stand and fling a golden light | |
| On mats of soft green moss around us spread. | |
| A sudden breeze comes in from off the sea, | |
| The vast, old forest draws a troubled breath, | 10 |
| A leaf awakens; up the shore of sand | |
| The slow tide, silver-lipped, creeps noiselessly; | |
| The campfire dies; then silence deep as death; | |
| The darkness pushing down upon the land. | |
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