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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.

By RobertLoveman

1710 Quatrains

A DIAMOND

LOOK how it sparkles, see it greet

With laughing light the ambient air;

One little drop of sunshine sweet

Held in eternal bondage there.

SPRING

A WHISPER on the heath I hear,

And blossoms deck the waking wood;

Ah! surely now the virgin year

Is in her blushing maidenhood.

MARCH

WHITHER doth now this fellow flee

With outstretched arms at such mad pace?

Can the young rascal thinking be

To catch a glimpse of April’s face?

APRIL

MAIDEN, thy cheeks with tears are wet,

And ruefully thine eyebrows arch;

Is ’t as they say, thou thinkest yet

Of that inconstant madcap March?

A SUNSET

THE SUN, departing, kissed the summer Sky,

Then bent an instant o’er her beating breast;

She lifts to him a timid, tear-stained eye,

And, lo! her blushes crimson all the west.