| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 278. On a Dead Poet |
| | | By Frances Sargent Osgood |
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| THE HAND that swept the sounding lyre | |
| With more than mortal skill, | |
| The lightning eye, the heart of fire, | |
| The fervent lip are still! | |
| No more, in rapture or in woe, | 5 |
| With melody to thrill, | |
| Ah, nevermore! | |
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| But angel hands shall bring him balm | |
| For every grief he knew, | |
| And Heaven’s soft harps his soul shall calm | 10 |
| With music sweet and true, | |
| And teach to him the holy charm | |
| Of Israfel anew, | |
| Forevermore! | |
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| Love’s silver lyre he played so well | 15 |
| Lies shattered on his tomb, | |
| But still in air its music-spell | |
| Floats on through light and gloom; | |
| And in the hearts where soft they fell, | |
| His words of beauty bloom | 20 |
| Forevermore! | |
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