James Brunton Stephens (17 June 1835 – 29 June 1902 / Borrowstounness, on the Firth of Forth, Scotland;)
Poems of James Brunton Stephens
|61.||The Southern Cross||3/3/2010|
|62.||The Squatter's Baccy Famine||3/3/2010|
|63.||The Story of a Soul||3/3/2010|
|64.||The Turn of the Road||4/16/2010|
|65.||To a Black Gin||3/3/2010|
Linger, oh Sun, for a little, nor close yet this day of a million!
Is there not glory enough in the rose-curtained halls of the West?
Hast thou no joy in the passion-hued folds of thy kingly pavilion?
Why shouldst thou only pass through it? Oh rest thee a little while, rest!
Why should the Night come and take it, the wan Night that cannot enjoy it,
Bringing pale argent for golden, and changing vermilion to grey?
Why should the N