Trumbull Stickney

(June 20, 1874 – October 11, 1904 / Geneva)

Trumbull Stickney Poems

1. In The Past 8/29/2014
2. Service 1/3/2003
3. Leave Him Now Quiet By The Way 1/3/2003
4. Mt. Lykaion 1/3/2003
5. In Ampezzo 1/3/2003
6. Tho' Lack Of Laurels 1/3/2003
7. I Hear A River Thro' The Valley Wander 1/3/2003
8. On Some Shells Found Inland 1/3/2003
9. In A City Garden 1/3/2003
10. You Say, Columbus With His Argosies 1/3/2003
11. Be Still 1/3/2003
12. Near Helikon 1/3/2003
13. Live Blindly 1/4/2003
14. Once 1/4/2003
15. The Passions That We Fought With 1/3/2003
16. They Lived Enamoured Of The Lovely Moon 1/3/2003
17. I Used To Think 1/3/2003
18. Mnemosyne 1/3/2003
19. And, The Last Day Being Come 1/3/2003
20. Six O'Clock 1/3/2003
21. Sir, Say No More 1/3/2003
22. The Melancholy Year Is Dead With Rain 1/3/2003
23. Loneliness 1/3/2003

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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 ...

Read the full of Loneliness


That day her eyes were deep as night.
She had the motion of the rose,
The bird that veers across the light,
The waterfall that leaps and throws
Its irised spindrift to the sun.
She seemed a wind of music passing on.

Alone I saw her that one day
Stand in the window of my life.

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