| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 929. The Room’s Width |
| | | By Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward |
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| I THINK if I should cross the room, | |
| Far as fear; | |
| Should stand beside you like a thought— | |
| Touch you, dear, | |
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| Like a fancy,—to your sad heart | 5 |
| It would seem | |
| That my vision passed and prayed you, | |
| Or my dream. | |
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| Then you would look with lonely eyes— | |
| Lift your head— | 10 |
| And you would stir, and sigh, and say, | |
| “She is dead.” | |
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| Baffled by death and love, I lean | |
| Through the gloom. | |
| O Lord of life! am I forbid | 15 |
| To cross the room? | |
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