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Amy Lowell: A Fairy Tale

A Fairy TaleOn winter nights beside the nursery fire We read the fairy tale, while glowing coals Builded its pictures. There before our eyes We saw the vaulted hall of traceried stone Uprear…

Amy Lowell: A Fixed Idea

A Fixed IdeaWhat torture lurks within a single thought When grown too constant, and however kind, However welcome still, the weary mind Aches with its presence. Dull remembrance taught…

Amy Lowell: A Little Song

A Little SongWhen you, my Dear, are away, away, How wearily goes the creeping day. A year drags after morning, and night Starts another year of candle light. O Pausing Sun and Lingering Moon…

Amy Lowell: A Winter Ride

A Winter RideWho shall declare the joy of the running! Who shall tell of the pleasures of flight! Springing and spurning the tufts of wild heather, Sweeping, wide-winged, through the blue…

Amy Lowell: Apples of Hesperides

Apples of HesperidesGlinting golden through the trees, Apples of Hesperides! Through the moon-pierced warp of night Shoot pale shafts of yellow light, Swaying to the kissing breeze Swings…

Amy Lowell: Azure and Gold

Azure and GoldApril had covered the hills With flickering yellows and reds, The sparkle and coolness of snow Was blown from the mountain beds.Across a deep-sunken stream The pink of…

Amy Lowell: Before Dawn

Before DawnLife! Austere arbiter of each man's fate, By whom he learns that Nature's steadfast laws Are as decrees immutable; O pause Your even forward march! Not yet too late Teach me…

Amy Lowell: Before the Altar

Before the AltarBefore the Altar, bowed, he stands With empty hands; Upon it perfumed offerings burn Wreathing with smoke the sacrificial urn. Not one of all these has he given, No flame of…

Amy Lowell: Behind a Wall

Behind a WallI own a solace shut within my heart, A garden full of many a quaint delight And warm with drowsy, poppied sunshine; bright, Flaming with lilies out of whose cups dart…