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Amy Lowell: Leisure

LeisureLeisure, thou goddess of a bygone age, When hours were long and days sufficed to hold Wide-eyed delights and pleasures uncontrolled By shortening moments, when no gaunt presage Of…

Amy Lowell: Listening

Listening'T is you that are the music, not your song. The song is but a door which, opening wide, Lets forth the pent-up melody inside, Your spirit's harmony, which clear and strong Sings…

Amy Lowell: Mirage

MirageHow is it that, being gone, you fill my days, And all the long nights are made glad by thee? No loneliness is this, nor misery, But great content that these should be the ways Whereby…

Amy Lowell: Petals

PetalsLife is a stream On which we strew Petal by petal the flower of our heart; The end lost in dream, They float past our view, We only watch their glad, early start.Freighted with hope,…

Amy Lowell: Roads

RoadsI know a country laced with roads, They join the hills and they span the brooks, They weave like a shuttle between broad fields, And slide discreetly through hidden nooks. They are…

Amy Lowell: Song

SongOh! To be a flower Nodding in the sun, Bending, then upspringing As the breezes run; Holding up A scent-brimmed cup, Full of summer's fragrance to the summer sun.Oh! To be a…

Amy Lowell: Summer

SummerSome men there are who find in nature all Their inspiration, hers the sympathy Which spurs them on to any great endeavor, To them the fields and woods are closest friends, And they hold…

Amy Lowell: The End

The EndThroughout the echoing chambers of my brain I hear your words in mournful cadence toll Like some slow passing-bell which warns the soul Of sundering darkness. Unrelenting, fain To…

Amy Lowell: The Matrix

The MatrixGoaded and harassed in the factory That tears our life up into bits of days Ticked off upon a clock which never stays, Shredding our portion of Eternity, We break away at last,…

Amy Lowell: The Pleiades

The PleiadesBy day you cannot see the sky For it is up so very high. You look and look, but it's so blue That you can never see right through.But when night comes it is quite plain, And all…