If, some day, you should chance to pass my grave,
With folded hands and meditative air,
And, glancing down upon a marble shaft,
Should read my name, in simple letters, there—
Ah! then, I think, from out the silent past,
My voice would call across the vanished years;
And you would know—alas! too late—that I
Once loved you well, in secret and in tears.
“A Fancy” reprinted in an unidentified publication. “A Fancy” first appeared in West Shore magazine (January 1888. Clipping courtesy of the Ella Higginson Papers, Center for Pacific Northwest Studies, Heritage Resources, Western Washington University, Bellingham Washington.