Poem by Trumbull Stickney

Service

Chide me not, darling, that I sing
Familiar thoughts and metres old:
Nay, do not scold
My spirit’s childish uttering.

I know not why ’t is that or this
I murmur to you thus or so:
Only I know
It throbs across my silences,

It blows over my heart,—a long
Infinite wind, again, again!
Again! and then
My life kneels down into a song.

1. And, the Last Day Being Come
2. Leave Him Now Quiet by the Way
3. I Hear a River thro' the Valley Wander
4. The Melancholy Year Is Dead with Rain
5. Dramatic Fragment

Edgar Guest Service ("You never hear the robins brag about the sweetness of their song")

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