| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 400. O Ye Sweet Heavens! |
| | | By Thomas William Parsons |
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| O YE sweet heavens! your silence is to me | |
| More than all music. With what full delight | |
| I come down to my dwelling by the sea | |
| And look from out the lattice on the night! | |
| There the same glories burn serene and bright | 5 |
| As in my boyhood; and if I am old | |
| Are they not also? Thus my spirit is bold | |
| To think perhaps we are coeval. Who | |
| Can tell when first my faculty began | |
| Of thought? Who knows but I was there with you | 10 |
| When first your Maker’s mind, celestial spheres, | |
| Contrived your motion ere I was a man? | |
| Else, wherefore do mine eyes thus fill with tears | |
| As I, O Pleiades! your beauty scan? | |
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