James Brunton Stephens
James Brunton Stephens Poems
- Check The night was creeping on the ground; She crept and ...
- Off The Track Oh where the deuce is the track, the ...
- Universally Respected I. Biggs was missing: Biggs had ...
- “big Ben” De mortuis nil ni- Si bonum: R.I.P.:— No more ...
- Night Hark how the tremulous night-wind is passing in ...
- A Son Of The Soil Said the Preacher “All is ...
- The Southern Cross (A Frustration) Four stars on Night's ...
James Brunton Stephens was a Scottish-born Australian poet, author of Convict Once.
Stephens was born at Borrowstounness, on the Firth of Forth, Scotland; the son of John Stephens, the parish schoolmaster, and his wife Jane, née Brunton. J. B. Stephens was educated at his father's school, then at a free boarding school and at the University of Edinburgh from 1849 to 1854 without obtaining a degree. For three years he was a travelling tutor on the continent, and from 1859 became a school teacher in Scotland. While teaching at Greenock Academy in Greenock, Stephens wrote some minor verse and two short novels ('Rutson Morley' and 'Virtue Le Moyne') which were ... more »
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The night was creeping on the ground;
She crept and did not make a sound
Until she reached the tree, and then
She covered it, and sole again
Along the grass beside the wall.
I heard the rustle of her shawl
As she threw blackness everywhere
Upon the sky and ground and air,
And in the room where I was hid:
But no matter what she did
To everything that was without,
She could not put my candle out.
So I stared at the night, and she
Stared back solemnly at me.