The poems of Trumbull Stickney | ||
III
ANGELOWe spend a playful youth to find at last
A woman saviour of ourselves. I 've found.
And in my iron arms the surge can beat
Importunate and long. I shall not yield.
I loved her as in play: I love her now
With the great steady need of all a soul.
The poems of Trumbull Stickney | ||