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By my own sinews

By my own sinews and own brain, unweakened
By lineage and generations, I
Did what I did, and with the wide world reckoned
To live and die.

I gave and had no memory of measure.
Others can tell who rollicked at my feast;
And in my palace there was greater pleasure
Than in the East.

I did enjoy and drank the beaker frothing;
I have kindled the splendours every one.
Tho' my magnificence to-day be nothing,
I say, I won,

I won. And fortune cast me her dismissal!

Of traps and treasures whereof I could say

'T is mine ! there 's not so much as rubbish. This all

Was yesterday.

Squalid and sad where I before did conquer,
Doubtless again I could have victory,
Again lie in the golden gates at anchor
Receive me, sea!

There sinks the sun in dusts of sulphur glowing
Gibbous and red; and flaking toward the shore
Like hosts of scarlet willow-leaves bestrewing
The sapphire floor.

poem by Trumbull Stickney from Dramatic Verses (1902)
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