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The poems of Trumbull Stickney

Stickney, Trumbull (1874-1904)

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I DRAMATIC VERSES
  
[dedication]
  
KALYPSO
  
ONCE
  
IN THE PAST
  
ONEIROPOLOS
  
LUCRETIUS
  
AGE IN YOUTH
  
IN SUMMER
  
IN AMPEZZO
  
MNEMOSYNE
  
LODOVICO MARTELLI
  
DOLOROSA
  
PITY
  
SONG
  
RALSTON
  
DRIFTWOOD
  
REQUIESCAM
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ERIDE
  
[prologue]
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I
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II
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III
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IV
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V
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SONNETS
  
[You say, Columbus with his argosies]
  
[They say that Cleopatra who of yore]
  
[They lived enamoured of the lovely moon]
  
ON RODIN'S “L'ILLUSION, SŒUR D'ICARE”
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[I My friend, who in this March unkind, uncouth]
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[II Your image walks not in my common way]
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[III Were you called home and I were left to grief]
  
IN A CHURCHYARD
  
[When I hereafter shall recover thee]
  
[Tho' inland far with mountains prisoned round]
  
ON SOME SHELLS FOUND INLAND
  
[Tho' lack of laurels and of wreaths not one]
  
[Live blindly and upon the hour. The Lord]
  
[Be still. The Hanging Gardens were a dream]
  
ON THE CONCERT
  
[The melancholy year is dead with rain]
  
[As a sad man, when evenings grayer grow]
  
[He said: “If in his image I was made]
  
LAKEWARD
  
PROMETHEUS PYRPHOROS [1900]
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II FRAGMENTS OF A DRAMA ON THE LIFE OF THE EMPEROR JULIAN
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ACT I
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ACT II
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I
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II
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III LATER LYRICS
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[I Listen! As though from other times and days]
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[II I saw how that a painter, given o'er]
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[III With long black wings an angel standing by]
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[IV You are to me the full vermilion rose]
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[V The trees and shrubbery glimmer]
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[VI A glad little rift, so shy]
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[VII I love thee longer and I love thee most]
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[VIII Dear and rich as a dawn of summer]
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[IX And, the last day being come, Man stood alone]
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X DEDICATION
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XI A FLOWER
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XII A STONE
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XIII PARDON
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XIV SERVICE
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XV CHESTNUTS IN NOVEMBER
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XVI FIDELITY
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[XVII With thy two eyes look on me once again]
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[XVIII When bye and bye relenting you regret]
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XIX LONELINESS
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[XX As pilgrims, when the ways of winter ope]
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[XXI Quiet after the rain of morning]
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[XXII If tho' alone I scarce do sigh]
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[XXIII Grudge not that I so long for thee]
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[XXIV Spirits that might have been]
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XXV SEPARATION
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XXVI AT SAINTE-MARGUERITE
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[XXVII I dreamed. Aye, it was very dark]
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[XXVIII Leave him now quiet by the way]
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XXIX AN ATHENIAN GARDEN
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XXX SONNETS FROM GREECE
  
SUNIUM
  
MT. LYKAION
  
NEAR HELIKON
  
ELEUSIS
  
MT. IDA
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XXXI SIX O'CLOCK
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XXXII IN A CITY GARDEN
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IV A DRAMATIC SCENE
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V JUVENILIA
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I ART IN MAN
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II MUSIC
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III NIGHT
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IV EVENING
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V AGE AND YOUTH
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[VI This is the nursling of an hundred years]
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[VII Tho', moored along the quiet quay on some]
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VIII THE DEATH OF AISCHYLOS
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[IX My note is highest of them all]
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[X When you've averaged emotion, found where Nature goes to school]
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XI ODE
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[XII 'T was yet an hour to dawn. Revengeful storm]
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XIII COLOGNE CATHEDRAL
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[XIV When by you lies my broken heart, and I]
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[XV Now the lovely moon is wilted]
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[XVI I know where all the singers hide]
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[XVII Hold still, my brain! My temples burst! Shall e'er]
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XVIII NIMIUM PASSUS
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[XIX Spring is come. From the wind lightly dissipate feathers of mist that an upland exhales]
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XX IN AMPEZZO
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[XXI If, in the night and madness of thy mind]
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[XXII Henceforward I no longer shall be known]
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XXIII A LETTER
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[XXIV My life shall count by the smile and tear]
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XXV You'll say when here again after it all
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XXVI This is the violin. If you remember—
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VI FRAGMENTS
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[I The Autumn's done; they have the golden corn in]
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[II She sat under the naked bough]
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III FRAGMENT OF AN ODE FOR GREEK LIBERTY
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[IV My Ludovico, it is sad]
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[V The weakened eyes regain their sight]
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[VI And I stood ringed about with marble dreams]
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[VII 'T is said that hearts are won, at length]
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[VIII We learn by suffering and we teach by pity]
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[IX I hear a river thro' the valley wander]
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[X Nay, take it all in all, the human sort]
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[XI The passions that we fought with and subdued]
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[XII As one who loving beyond words will bring]
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[XIII Teased by the burden of this little sky]
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[XIV If with my life I lifted from thy head]
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[XV The immortal mixes with mortality]
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XVI FRAGMENT OF A DRAMA CALLED “THE CARDINAL PLAY”
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SHORTER FRAGMENTS FROM “THE CARDINAL PLAY”
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I
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II
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III
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IV
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V
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XVII “DRAMATIC FRAGMENTS
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I
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II BLINDNESS AND DEAFNESS
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III THE SOUL OF TIME
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IV
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9

IN THE PAST

There lies a somnolent lake
Under a noiseless sky,
Where never the mornings break
Nor the evenings die.
Mad flakes of colour
Whirl on its even face
Iridescent and streaked with pallour;
And, warding the silent place,
The rocks rise sheer and gray
From the sedgeless brink to the sky
Dull-lit with the light of pale half-day
Thro' a void space and dry.
And the hours lag dead in the air
With a sense of coming eternity
To the heart of the lonely boatman there:
That boatman am I,
I, in my lonely boat,
A waif on the somnolent lake,
Watching the colours creep and float
With the sinuous track of a snake.
Now I lean o'er the side
And lazy shades in the water see,
Lapped in the sweep of a sluggish tide
Crawled in from the living sea;
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And next I fix mine eyes,
So long that the heart declines,
On the changeless face of the open skies
Where no star shines;
And now to the rocks I turn,
To the rocks, around
That lie like walls of a circling urn
Wherein lie bound
The waters that feel my powerless strength
And meet my homeless oar
Labouring over their ashen length
Never to find a shore.
But the gleam still skims
At times on the somnolent lake,
And a light there is that swims
With the whirl of a snake;
And tho' dead be the hours i' the air,
And dayless the sky,
The heart is alive of the boatman there:
That boatman am I.
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