Loneliness Poem by Trumbull Stickney

Loneliness

Rating: 3.6


These autumn gardens, russet, gray and brown,
The sward with shrivelled foliage strown,
The shrubs and trees
By weary wings of sunshine overflown
And timid silences,--

Since first you, darling, called my spirit yours,
Seem happy, and the gladness pours
From day to day,
And yester-year across this year endures
Unto next year away.

Now in these places where I used to rove
And give the dropping leaves my love
And weep to them,
They seem to fall divinely from above,
Like to a diadem

Closing in one with the disheartened flowers.
High up the migrant birds in showers
Shine in the sky,
And all the movement of the natural hours
Turns into melody.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Melissa Patty 02 January 2016

Beautifullly written

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Aftab Alam Khursheed 29 October 2014

all the movement of the natural hours turns into melody. beautiful line

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Gangadharan Nair Pulingat 29 October 2014

A great poem and memory of love and it is beautiful also.

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Michael Morgan 29 October 2013

superb. deserves a higher rating

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