English Poetry. Trumbull Stickney. The Melancholy Year is Dead with Rain. Трамбэлл Стикни.

Trumbull Stickney (Трамбэлл Стикни)

The Melancholy Year is Dead with Rain

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.
And dimly thro' the chambers of the brain,
From place to place and gently touching, moves
My one and irrecoverable love's
Dear and lost shape one other time again.
So in the last of autumn for a day
Summer or summer's memory returns.
So in a mountain desolation burns
Some rich belated flower, and with the gray
Sick weather, in the world of rotting ferns
From out the dreadful stones it dies away.

Trumbull Stickney’s other poems:

1. Live Blindly and Upon the Hour
2. In a City Garden
3. Mt. Lykaion
4. You Say, Columbus with his Argosies
5. Service

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