Poems by Amy Lowell
1777
... Marianna, I will have the yellow satin caught up with silver fringe, ...
Climbing
... Where those glittering pinacles flash in the air! ...
The Giver of Stars
... Let the flickering flame of your soul play all about me, ...
A Gift
... And they have many pleasant colours and lustres ...
Before Dawn
... One implores Thy clemency, whose wilfulness innate ...
Crowned
... And dropped; and the thorns started through ...
The Captured Goddess
... Her fluted wings were fastened to her sides with cords, ...
March Evening
... Above, the old weathercock groans, but remembers ...
The Poet
... Forever done With simple joys and quiet happiness ...
The Shadow
... It is done, and I am come to you!"Paul Jannes let the empty wine-glass fall, ...
Mirage
... For delays And hindrances may bar the wished-for end ...
Anticipation
... As they go by. I am parched now, and my tongue is horrible in my mouth, ...
In a Garden
... And the scent of the lilacs was heavy with stillness ...
Nightmare: A Tale for an Autumn Evening
... Spruggins, And when the wind flung him hard against his own front door ...
The Fool Errant
... " "And where are your legs," asked one, "if you start, ...
