| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 330. A Remembrance |
| | | By Willis Gaylord Clarke |
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| I SEE thee still! thou art not dead, | |
| Though dust is mingled with thy form; | |
| The broken sunbeam hath not shed | |
| The final rainbow on the storm: | |
| In visions of the midnight deep, | 5 |
| Thine accents through my bosom thrill | |
| Till joy’s fond impulse bids me weep,— | |
| For, wrapt in thought, I see thee still! | |
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| I see thee still,—that cheek of rose,— | |
| Those lips with dewy fragrance wet,— | 10 |
| That forehead in serene repose,— | |
| Those soul-lit eyes—I see them yet! | |
| Sweet seraph! Sure thou art not dead, | |
| Thou gracest still this earthly sphere; | |
| An influence still is round me shed, | 15 |
| Like thine,—and yet thou art not here! | |
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| Farewell, beloved! To mortal sight | |
| Thy vermeil cheek no more may bloom; | |
| No more thy smiles inspire delight, | |
| For thou art garnered in the tomb,— | 20 |
| Rich harvest for that ruthless power | |
| Which hath me bound to bear his will: | |
| Yet, as in hope’s unclouded hour, | |
| Throned in my heart I see thee still. | |
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