| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 646. Beyond Recall |
| | | By Mary Emily Bradley |
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| THERE was a time when Death and I | |
| Came face to face together: | |
| I was but young indeed to die, | |
| And it was summer weather; | |
| One happy year a wedded wife, | 5 |
| And I was slipping out of life. | |
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| You knelt beside me, and I heard, | |
| As from some far-off distance, | |
| A bitter cry that dimly stirred | |
| My soul to make resistance. | 10 |
| You thought me dead; you called my name; | |
| And back from Death itself I came. | |
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| But oh! that you had made no sign, | |
| That I had heard no crying! | |
| For now the yearning voice is mine, | 15 |
| And there is no replying: | |
| Death never could so cruel be | |
| As Life—and you—have proved to me! | |
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