| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 1700. Deep Waters |
| | | By Van Tassel Sutphen |
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| DEATH could not come between us two: | |
| What fear of death could be, | |
| If thou, its shadow passing through, | |
| But turned and looked at me? | |
| Nor yet could pain the vision dim | 5 |
| With misty blur of tears: | |
| The cup now clouded to the brim, | |
| For him who drinketh, clears. | |
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| Deep waters could not quench the light, | |
| The tender light that lies, | 10 |
| Like splendor of the Northern night, | |
| In thy unquestioning eyes. | |
| Though wide the wild, unfurrowed sea, | |
| Though high the skylark sings, | |
| My love should build a bridge to thee, | 15 |
| My heart should find its wings. | |
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| I could not miss thee in the throng, | |
| Nor pass thy dwelling-place, | |
| No noise of war could drown thy song, | |
| Nor darkness veil thy face. | 20 |
| With thee to mount from earth to sky, | |
| With thee in dust to sleep, | |
| What height for love could be too high, | |
| Or depth for love too deep? | |
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