| Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922. | | | | What the Bullet Sang | | By Bret Harte (1836–1902) |
| | | O JOY of creation, | |
| To be! | |
| O rapture, to fly | |
| And be free! | |
| Be the battle lost or won, | 5 |
| Though its smoke shall hide the sun, | |
| I shall find my love—the one | |
| Born for me! | |
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| I shall know him where he stands | |
| All alone, | 10 |
| With the power in his hands | |
| Not o’erthrown; | |
| I shall know him by his face, | |
| By his godlike front and grace, | |
| I shall hold him for a space | 15 |
| All my own! | |
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| It is he—O my love! | |
| So bold! | |
| It is I—all thy love | |
| Foretold! | 20 |
| It is I—O love, what bliss! | |
| Dost thou answer to my kiss? | |
| O sweetheart! what is this | |
| Lieth there so cold? | | | | |
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