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| The poems of Trumbull Stickney | ||
307
IV
LUCIA[Singing at her window]
Ask me my all with a look of thine eyes.
A blush replies,
Yes.
Heart and whatever soever be mine,
Not less
Is thine.
Thou art sunflooded and infinite sky
And I
A little star lost far away
Down the day.
[Singing as she descends]
A blush replies,
Yes.
Heart and whatever soever be mine,
Not less
Is thine.
Thou art sunflooded and infinite sky
And I
A little star lost far away
Down the day.
Thou art the branches unwindily stirred,
I, a bird
Who tire from seas of the west
To thy breast.
I, a bird
Who tire from seas of the west
To thy breast.
| The poems of Trumbull Stickney | ||