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Amy Lowell: Hero-Worship

Hero-WorshipA face seen passing in a crowded street, A voice heard singing music, large and free; And from that moment life is changed, and we Become of more heroic temper, meet To freely…

Amy Lowell: Hora Stellatrix

Hora StellatrixThe stars hang thick in the apple tree, The south wind smells of the pungent sea, Gold tulip cups are heavy with dew. The night's for you, Sweetheart, for you! Starfire rains…

Amy Lowell: J—K. Huysmans

J—K. HuysmansA flickering glimmer through a window-pane, A dim red glare through mud bespattered glass, Cleaving a path between blown walls of sleet Across uneven pavements sunk in slime To…

Amy Lowell: Loon Point

Loon PointSoftly the water ripples Against the canoe's curving side, Softly the birch trees rustle Flinging over us branches wide.Softly the moon glints and glistens As the water takes and…

Amy Lowell: March Evening

March EveningBlue through the window burns the twilight; Heavy, through trees, blows the warm south wind. Glistening, against the chill, gray sky light, Wet, black branches are barred and…

Amy Lowell: Market Day

Market DayWhite, glittering sunlight fills the market square, Spotted and sprigged with shadows. Double rows Of bartering booths spread out their tempting shows Of globed and golden fruit…

Amy Lowell: Sea Shell

Sea ShellSea Shell, Sea Shell, Sing me a song, O Please! A song of ships, and sailor men, And parrots, and tropical trees,Of islands lost in the Spanish Main Which no man ever may find…

Amy Lowell: Teatro Bambino

Teatro BambinoDublin, N. H.How still it is! Sunshine itself here falls In quiet shafts of light through the high trees Which, arching, make a roof above the walls Changing from sun to…

Amy Lowell: The Crescent Moon

The Crescent MoonSlipping softly through the sky Little horned, happy moon, Can you hear me up so high? Will you come down soon?On my nursery window-sill Will you stay your steady flight?…

Amy Lowell: The Fool Errant

The Fool ErrantThe Fool Errant sat by the highway of life And his gaze wandered up and his gaze wandered down, A vigorous youth, but with no wish to walk, Yet his longing was great for the…