James Brunton Stephens

(17 June 1835 – 29 June 1902 / Borrowstounness, on the Firth of Forth, Scotland;)

James Brunton Stephens Poems

1. Day 1/4/2003
2. Brunton Stephens 3/3/2010
3. The Dominion 3/3/2010
4. The Angel Of The Doves 3/3/2010
5. The Story Of A Soul 3/3/2010
6. Mute Discourse 3/3/2010
7. Cape Byron 3/3/2010
8. The Goths In Campania (Placidia, In The Tent Of Adolphus.) 3/3/2010
9. A Coin Of Trajan In Australia 3/3/2010
10. The Boy Crusader 3/3/2010
11. Had I But Known 3/3/2010
12. Once More 3/3/2010
13. Stanzas For Music 3/3/2010
14. Song From “fayette'' 3/3/2010
15. Psalm Xc 3/3/2010
16. Australian Anthem 3/3/2010
17. The Midnight Axe 3/3/2010
18. Opening Hymn 3/3/2010
19. Johnsonian Address 3/3/2010
20. A Historical Problem 3/3/2010
21. My Chinee Cook 3/3/2010
22. My Other Chinee Cook 3/3/2010
23. The Squatter's Baccy Famine 3/3/2010
24. Drought And Doctrine 3/3/2010
25. Marsupial Bill 3/3/2010
26. Part Second 3/3/2010
27. A Piccaninny 3/3/2010
28. To A Black Gin 3/3/2010
29. New Chum And Old Monarch 3/3/2010
30. The Headless Trooper 3/3/2010
31. Nonsuited 3/3/2010
32. The Great Pig Story Of The Tweed 3/3/2010
33. Adelaide Ironside 3/3/2010
34. The Chamber Of Faith 3/3/2010
35. Progress In The Pacific 3/3/2010
36. Quart Pot Creek 3/3/2010
37. In A 'Bus 3/3/2010
38. On A Fork Of Byron's 3/3/2010
39. The Power Of Science 3/3/2010
40. Macaulay's New Zealander 3/3/2010

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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.

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Spirit Of Song

Where is thy dwelling-place? Echo of sweetness,
   Seraph of tenderness, where is thy home?
Angel of happiness, herald of fleetness,
   Thou hast the key of the star-blazon'd dome.
   Where lays that never end
   Up to God's throne ascend,
And our fond heart-wishes lovingly throng,
   Soaring with thee above,
   Bearer of truth and love,

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