Trumbull Stickney World Poems

  • 1.
    These are my murmur-laden shells that keep
    A fresh voice tho' the years be very gray.
    The wave that washed their lips and tuned their lay
    Is gone, gone with the faded ocean sweep,
    ...
  • 2.
    How strange that here is nothing as it was!
    The sward is young and new,
    The sod there shapes a different mass,
    The random trees stand other than I knew.
    ...
  • 3.
    Be still. The Hanging Gardens were a dream
    That over Persian roses flew to kiss
    The curlèd lashes of Semiramis.
    Troy never was, nor green Skamander stream.
    ...
  • 4.
    And, the last day being come, Man stood alone
    Ere sunrise on the world's dismantled verge,
    Awaiting how from everywhere should urge
    The Coming of the Lord. And, behold, none
    ...
  • 5.
    The melancholy year is dead with rain.
    Drop after drop on every branch pursues.
    From far away beyond the drizzled flues
    A twilight saddens to the window pane.
    ...
  • 6.
    Be still. The Hanging Gardens were a dream
    That over Persian roses flew to kiss
    The curlèd lashes of Semiramis.
    Troy never was, nor green Skamander stream.
    ...
Total 6 World Poems by Trumbull Stickney

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