Author: Amy Lowell

He shouts in the sails of the ships at sea, He steals the down from the honeybee, He makes the […]

The tall yellow hollyhocks stand, Still and straight, With their round blossoms spread open, In the quiet sunshine. And still […]

April had covered the hills With flickering yellows and reds, The sparkle and coolness of snow Was blown from the […]

Over the housetops, Above the rotating chimney-pots, I have seen a shiver of amethyst, And blue and cinnamon have flickered […]

A Minstrel stands on a marble stair, Blown by the bright wind, debonair; Below lies the sea, a sapphire floor, […]

But why did I kill him? Why? Why? In the small, gilded room, near the stair? My ears rack and […]

I ask but one thing of you, only one, That always you will be my dream of you; That never […]

As for a moment he stands, in hardy masculine beauty, Poised on the fircrested rock, over the pool which below […]

High up above the open, welcoming door It hangs, a piece of wood with colours dim. Once, long ago, it […]

‘T is you that are the music, not your song. The song is but a door which, opening wide, Lets […]

Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly […]

GEORGE AUGUSTUS CLOUGH A NATIVE OF LIVERPOOL, DIED SUDDENLY OF “STRANGER’S FEVER” NOV’R 5th 1843 AGED 22 He died of […]

The path runs straight between the flowering rows, A moonlit path, hemmed in by beds of bloom, Where phlox and […]

There was a man Who made his living By painting roses Upon silk. He sat in an upper chamber And […]

Swept, clean, and still, across the polished floor From some unshuttered casement, hid from sight, The level sunshine slants, its […]

When you, my Dear, are away, away, How wearily goes the creeping day. A year drags after morning, and night […]

Good ev’nin’, Mis’ Priest. I jest stepped in to tell you Good-bye. Yes, it’s all over. All my things is […]

Be not angry with me that I bear Your colours everywhere, All through each crowded street, And meet The wonder-light […]

The Bell in the convent tower swung. High overhead the great sun hung, A navel for the curving sky. The […]

I own a solace shut within my heart, A garden full of many a quaint delight And warm with drowsy, […]