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

Charles Heavysege 1816–69


THE DAY was lingering in the pale northwest,

And light was hanging o’er my head,

Night where a myriad stars were spread;

While down in the east, where the light was least,

Seemed the home of the quiet dead.

And, as I gazed on the field sublime

To watch the bright pulsating stars,

Adown the deep, where the angels sleep,

Came drawn the golden chime

Of those great spheres that sound the years

For the horologe of time;—

Millenniums numberless they told,

Millenniums a millionfold

From the ancient hour of prime!