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 | The poems of Trumbull Stickney |  |
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The trees and shrubbery glimmer]
The trees and shrubbery glimmer.
Lilacs are over.
A little more sun, and summer
Will glow in the clover.
Darling, why tarry so? Come to your lover!
Lilacs are over.
A little more sun, and summer
Will glow in the clover.
Darling, why tarry so? Come to your lover!
I have played alone in the Spring,
Laughed at the flowers
And the birds that nibbling their wing
Perched on the old gray towers.
But, darling, the leaves cannot stay on the bowers.
Laughed at the flowers
And the birds that nibbling their wing
Perched on the old gray towers.
But, darling, the leaves cannot stay on the bowers.
I've tripped it away with your shadow
Over the grasses,
And stayed where a breath of meadow
Happily passes
Into the city and under the chestnut masses.
Over the grasses,
And stayed where a breath of meadow
Happily passes
Into the city and under the chestnut masses.
| The poems of Trumbull Stickney | |