Stedman and Hutchinson, comps. A Library of American Literature:
An Anthology in Eleven Volumes. 1891.
Vols. IX–XI: Literature of the Republic, Part IV., 1861–1889
Song: Dear eyes, forbear to weep
By Kate M. BishopD
Seeing where heavy-lidded sleep
Stands at the threshold of the day,
Ready to bear thy woes away.
Knowing that even the violets wake
And seek the spring with wistful eyes
Under the gray of winter skies.
Watching the moon fade down the sky,
A trembling crescent, that anew
Rounds to a bubble ’gainst the blue.
Unquestioning, the gifts of fate,
Waiting, shall find life’s hoarded sweet
Flung with the flood-tide at our feet.
The Overland Monthly. 1883.