| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 287. Yourself |
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| ’T IS to yourself I speak; you cannot know | |
| Him whom I call in speaking such a one, | |
| For you beneath the earth lie buried low, | |
| Which he, alone, as living walks upon. | |
| You may at times have heard him speak to you, | 5 |
| And often wished perchance that you were he; | |
| And I must ever wish that it were true, | |
| For then you could hold fellowship with me: | |
| But now you hear us talk as strangers, met | |
| Above the room wherein you lie abed; | 10 |
| A word perhaps loud spoken you may get, | |
| Or hear our feet when heavily they tread; | |
| But he who speaks, or he who’s spoken to, | |
| Must both remain as strangers still to you. | |
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