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
The Shadow
By Richard Henry Stoddard (18251903)[From Poems. Complete Edition. 1880.]
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All over the wide, wide world;
But that in turn must come to all—
The Shadow that moves behind the pall,
A flag that never is furled.
The threshold of the door,
Usurps a place in the inner room,
Where he broods in the awful hush and gloom,
Till he goes, and comes no more—
Whatever we think we feel;
But when Death comes all’s over:
’Tis a blow that we never recover,
A wound that never will heal.