| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 448. “Since Cleopatra Died” |
| | | By Thomas Wentworth Higginson |
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| “SINCE Cleopatra died!” Long years are past, | |
| In Antony’s fancy, since the deed was done. | |
| Love counts its epochs, not from sun to sun, | |
| But by the heart-throb. Mercilessly fast | |
| Time has swept onward since she looked her last | 5 |
| On life, a queen. For him the sands have run | |
| Whole ages through their glass, and kings have won | |
| And lost their empires o’er earth’s surface vast | |
| Since Cleopatra died. Ah! Love and Pain | |
| Make their own measure of all things that be. | 10 |
| No clock’s slow ticking marks their deathless strain; | |
| The life they own is not the life we see; | |
| Love’s single moment is eternity: | |
| Eternity, a thought in Shakespeare’s brain. | |
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