Poems, now first collected
POEMS
NOW FIRST
COLLECTED: By
EDMUND CLARENCE
STEDMAN
BOSTON: HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN
AND COMPANY: NEW YORK
MDCCCXCVII
COPYRIGHT 1897
BY EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
TO MY WIFE
Note—Having delayed collecting my own poems of recent years, I now find them so various in theme, motive, and expression as to render their arrangement a somewhat difficult task. The plan finally adopted seems as good as any other. With few exceptions, the pieces within each of the general divisions are given in the order of their composition as shown by the respective dates. The Caribbean series has been completed for this volume, and much of it appears for the first time.
E. C. S.
Thou,—whose endearing hand once laid in sooth
Upon thy follower, no want thenceforth,
Nor toil, nor joy and pain, nor waste of years
Filled with all cares that deaden and subdue,
Can make thee less to him—can make thee less
Than sovereign queen, his first liege, and his last
Remembered to the unconscious dying hour,—
Return and be thou kind, bright Spirit of song,
Thou whom I yet loved most, loved most of all
Even when I left thee—I, now so long strayed
From thy beholding! And renew, renew
Thy gift to me fain clinging to thy robe!
Still be thou kind, for still thou wast most dear.
1897
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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