| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 1361. In Sleep |
| | | By Richard Burton |
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| NOT drowsihood and dreams and mere idless, | |
| Nor yet the blessedness of strength regained, | |
| Alone are in what men call sleep. The past, | |
| My unsuspected soul, my parents’ voice, | |
| The generations of my forbears, yea, | 5 |
| The very will of God himself are there | |
| And potent-working: so that many a doubt | |
| Is wiped away at daylight, many a soil | |
| Washed cleanlier, many a puzzle riddled plain. | |
| Strong, silent forces push my puny self | 10 |
| Towards unguessed issues, and the waking man | |
| Rises a Greatheart where a Slave lay down. | |
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