| Jessie B. Rittenhouse, ed. (1869–1948). The Little Book of Modern Verse. 1917. |
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| 51. Live Blindly |
| | | 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-wingèd winds do blow | 5 |
| 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 | 10 |
| About their fragile hairs’ aërial gold. | |
| Thou art divine, thou livest,—as of old | |
| Apollo springing naked to the light, | |
| And all his island shivered into flowers. | |
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