| Thomas R. Lounsbury, ed. (1838–1915). Yale Book of American Verse. 1912. |
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| Philip Pendleton Cooke. 1816–1850 |
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| 118. Florence Vane |
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| I LOVED thee long and dearly, | |
| Florence Vane; | |
| My life's bright dream, and early, | |
| Hath come again; | |
| I renew, in my fond vision, | 5 |
| My heart's dear pain, | |
| My hope, and thy derision, | |
| Florence Vane. | |
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| The ruin lone and hoary, | |
| The ruin old, | 10 |
| Where thou didst hark my story, | |
| At even told,— | |
| That spot—the hues Elysian | |
| Of sky and plain— | |
| I treasure in my vision, | 15 |
| Florence Vane. | |
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| Thou wast lovelier than the roses | |
| In their prime; | |
| Thy voice excelled the closes | |
| Of sweetest rhyme; | 20 |
| Thy heart was as a river | |
| Without a main. | |
| Would I had loved thee never, | |
| Florence Vane! | |
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| But, fairest, coldest wonder! | 25 |
| Thy glorious clay | |
| Lieth the green sod under— | |
| Alas the day! | |
| And it boots not to remember | |
| Thy disdain— | 30 |
| To quicken love's pale ember, | |
| Florence Vane. | |
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| The lilies of the valley | |
| By young graves weep, | |
| The pansies love to dally | 35 |
| Where maidens sleep; | |
| May their bloom, in beauty vying, | |
| Never wane | |
| Where thine earthly part is lying, | |
| Florence Vane! | 40 |
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