Author: Amy Lowell

High up in the apple tree climbing I go, With the sky above me, the earth below. Each branch is […]

Before me lies a mass of shapeless days, Unseparated atoms, and I must Sort them apart and live them. Sifted […]

I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the […]

Study in Whites Wax-white Floor, ceiling, walls. Ivory shadows Over the pavement Polished to cream surfaces By constant sweeping. The […]

What charm is yours, you faded old-world tapestries, Of outworn, childish mysteries, Vague pageants woven on a web of dream! […]

Tang of fruitage in the air; Red boughs bursting everywhere; Shimmering of seeded grass; Hooded gentians all a’mass. Warmth of […]

How long shall I tarnish the mirror of life, A spatter of rust on its polished steel! The seasons reel […]

Some men there are who find in nature all Their inspiration, hers the sympathy Which spurs them on to any […]

Life is a stream On which we strew Petal by petal the flower of our heart; The end lost in […]

I pray to be the tool which to your hand Long use has shaped and moulded till it be Apt […]

Be patient with you? When the stooping sky Leans down upon the hills And tenderly, as one who soothing stills […]

It winds along the face of a cliff This path which I long to explore, And over it dashes a […]

After a Print by George Cruikshank It was a gusty night, With the wind booming, and swooping, Looping round corners, […]

A music-stand of crimson lacquer, long since brought In some fast clipper-ship from China, quaintly wrought With bossed and carven […]

Cross-hatchings of rain against grey walls, Slant lines of black rain In front of the up and down, wet stone […]

I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, Over there, over there, Beyond the high wall! How […]

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 […]