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Trumbull Stickney

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Trumbull Stickney was born in Geneva, Switzerland, on June 20, 1874. He received a BA from Harvard University in 1895, where he served as editor of the Harvard Monthly, and a doctoral degree from the Sorbonne. He published his debut poetry collection, Dramatic Verses, in 1902. The next year, he took on a position teaching Greek at Harvard University. Stickney died of a brain tumor on October 11, 1904. The Poems of Trumbull Stickney (Houghton, Mifflin & Co.), edited by George Cabot Lodge, William Vaughn Moody, and John Ellerton Lodge, was published posthumously in 1905. 

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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, 
The royal tide, gray ebb and sunken neap 
And purple midday,—gone! To this hot clay 
Must sing my shells, where yet the primal
It's autumn in the country I remember

How warm a wind blew here about the ways!
And shadows on the hillside lay to slumber
During the long sun-sweetened summer-days.

It's cold abroad the country I remember.

The swallows veering skimmed the golden grain
At midday with a wing aslant and limber;
And yellow
Live blindly and upon the hour. The Lord, 
Who was the Future, died full long ago. 
Knowledge which is the Past is folly. Go, 
Poor, child, and be not to thyself abhorred. 
Around thine earth sun-winged winds do blow 
And planets roll; a meteor draws his sword; 
The rainbow breaks his seven-coloured chord