| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 1722. The Song |
| | | By John Erskine |
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| A SONG lay silent in my pen | |
| Where yesterday I found it, | |
| Right cozy in its gloomy den, | |
| With a melody wrapped round it. | |
| Through all the years ’t was waiting so, | 5 |
| To hear the summons of that minute; | |
| I thought I loved the pen; but no! | |
| It was the song within it! | |
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| To-day my lady sang to me | |
| My song in sweetest fashion: | 10 |
| Unwrapped it from the melody | |
| In the radiance of its passion. | |
| As one might see a blossom grow, | |
| Yet never see the sun above it, | |
| I thought I loved the song; but no! | 15 |
| It was her singing of it! | |
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