| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 1684. A Woman’s Pride |
| | | By Helen Hay |
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| I WILL not look for him, I will not hear | |
| My heart’s loud beating, as I strain to see | |
| Across the rain forlorn and hopelessly, | |
| Nor, starting, think ’t is he that draws so near. | |
| I will forget how tenderly and dear | 5 |
| He might in coming hold his arms to me, | |
| For I will prove what woman’s pride can be | |
| When faint love lingers in the darkness drear. | |
| I will not—ah, but should he come to-night | |
| I think my life might break through very bliss, | 10 |
| This little will should so be torn apart | |
| That all my soul might fail in golden light | |
| And let me die; so do I long for this. | |
| Ah, love, thine eyes!—Nay, love—Thy heart, thy heart! | |
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