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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895.

Duncan Campbell Scott 1862–1947

A Little Song


THE SUNSET in the rosy west

Burned soft and high;

A shore-lark fell like a stone to his nest

In the waving rye.

A wind came over the garden beds

From the dreamy lawn,

The pansies nodded their purple heads,

The poppies began to yawn.

One pansy said: It is only sleep,

Only his gentle breath:

But a rose lay strewn in a snowy heap,

For the rose it was only death.

Heigho, we ’ve only one life to live,

And only one death to die:

Good-morrow, new world, have you nothing to give?—

Good-bye, old world, good-bye.