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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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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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22

IN SUMMER

It's growing evening in my soul,
It darkens in.
At the gray window now and then
I hear them toll
The hour-and-day-long chimes of St. Etienne.
Indeed I'd not have lived elsewhere
Nor otherwise,
Nor as the dreary saying is
Been happier,
To wear the love of life within my eyes.
My heart's desolate meadow ways,
All wet and green,
Opened for her to wander in
A little space.
I'd have it even so as it has been.
I've lived the days that fly away,
I have a tale
To tell when age has made me pale
And hair of gray
Excuse the fancy shaking out her sail.
No one shall know what I intend.
Even as I feel
The aching voices make appeal
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And swell and blend,
It seems to me I might stoop down to kneel
In memory of that day in June
When, all the land
Lying out in lazy summer fanned
Now and anon
By dying breezes from the Channel strand,
With nothing in our lives behind,
Nothing before,
In sunlight rich as melting ore
And wide as wind
We clomb the donjon tower of old Gisors
Thro' the portcullis botched in wood
And up, in fear,
A laddered darkness of a stair,
Up to the good
Sun-stricken prospect and the dazzling air.—
Even now I shade my breaking eyes.—
And by her side
Surely she saw my heart divide
Like paradise
For her to walk abroad in at noon-tide.
It swims about my memory.
I feel around
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The country steeped in summer swound;
I feel the sigh
That all these years within her breast was bound.
Her fingers in my hand are laid.
I seem to gaze
Into the colours of her face,
And there is made
A quiver in my knees like meadow-grass'.
That time I lived the life I have:
A certain flower
Blooms in a hundred years one hour,
And what it gave
Is richer, no, nor more, but all its power.
The chimes have ended for to-day.
After midnight
Solitude blows her candle out;
Dreams go away,
And memory falls from the mast of thought.
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