Poem by Trumbull Stickney

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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
And the long strips of river-silver flow:
Awake! Give thyself to the lovely hours.
Drinking their lips, catch thou the dream in flight
About their fragile hairs' aerial gold.
Thou art divine, thou livest,--as of old
Apollo springing naked to the light,
And all his island shivered into flowers.

1. Service
2. In Ampezzo
3. Mt. Lykaion
4. Near Helikon
5. Be Still. The Hanging Gardens Were a Dream

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