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Joseph Trumbull Stickney was an American classical scholar and poet.
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Trumbull Stickney's poems
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Now burst above the city's cold twilight
The piercing whistles and the tower-clocks:
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The passions that we fought with and subdued
Never quite die. In some maimed serpent's coil
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How strange that here is nothing as it was!
The sward is young and new,
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They lived enamoured of the lovely moon,
The dawn and twilight on their gentle lake.
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Tho' lack of laurels and of wreaths not one
Prove you our lives abortive, shall we yet
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Live blindly and upon the hour. The Lord,
Who was the Future, died full long ago.
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Alone on Lykaion since man hath been
Stand on the height two columns, where at rest
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These autumn gardens, russet, gray and brown,
The sward with shrivelled foliage strown,
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Be still. The Hanging Gardens were a dream
That over Persian roses flew to kiss
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