Poems by Trumbull Stickney
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Tho Lack of Laurels and of Wreaths Not One
... Sometimes well grasped, tho shattered in the strife ...
Service
... Only I know It throbs across my silences, ...
Near Helikon
... er combines In the large wreath to make it round and gay ...
They Lived Enamoured of the Lovely Moon
... Their lives did shrink to one desire, and soon ...
Loneliness
... Since first you, darling, called my spirit yours, ...
On Some Shells Found Inland
... The wave that washed their lips and tuned their lay ...
In Ampezzo
... While elsewhere Spring-time weaves a crimson petal, ...
The Passions that We Fought With
... That power was once our torture and our lord ...
In a City Garden
... On flame-tipped waves the daylight's long surprise ...
And, the Last Day Being Come
... And, since he gave them not to drink, their thirst, ...
The Melancholy Year Is Dead with Rain
... From place to place and gently touching, moves ...
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