Poems by Amy Lowell
Petals
... The flower fared forth, though its fragrance still stays ...
A Fairy Tale
... Health, wealth, long-settled friendships, with a name ...
Sea Shell
... And seahorses stabled in great green caves ...
Summer
... But more than these, and much, ah, how much more, ...
Before the Altar
... Grows hard with thinking of the poorness of his dole ...
Irony
... Washed bright. For living things, who suffer pain, ...
Patterns
... And the buttons of his waistcoat bruised my body as he clasped me, ...
A Winter Ride
... Fields that are white, stained with long, cool, blue shadows, ...
A Little Song
... Hangs ripe in the heavens, your voyaging stay ...
Patience
... as they turn, Hopeless, there stand the purple jars ...
New York at Night
... Nor night can ease her heart, her anguished labours stay ...
Roads
... 'T is the creaking trees, and the singing breeze, ...
Dreams
... As storms are guessed from clouds where darkness broods ...
To a Friend
... And heaven-born castles shattered to the ground, ...
Behind a Wall
... a wanton wind Jostles the half-ripe pears, and then, unkind, ...
