Dreams poems

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On Carpaccio's Picture: The Dream of St. Ursula

© Amy Lowell

Swept, clean, and still, across the polished floor
From some unshuttered casement, hid from sight,
The level sunshine slants, its greater light
Quenching the little lamp which pallid, poor,

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The Boston Athenaeum

© Amy Lowell

Thou dear and well-loved haunt of happy hours,
How often in some distant gallery,
Gained by a little painful spiral stair,
Far from the halls and corridors where throng

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The Great Adventure of Max Breuck

© Amy Lowell

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A yellow band of light upon the street
Pours from an open door, and makes a wide
Pathway of bright gold across a sheet

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The Bombardment

© Amy Lowell

The child wakes again and screams at the yellow petalled flower
flickering at the window. The little red lips of flame
creep along
the ceiling beams.

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Mirage

© Amy Lowell

How is it that, being gone, you fill my days,
And all the long nights are made glad by thee?
No loneliness is this, nor misery,
But great content that these should be the ways

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The Shadow

© Amy Lowell

The Coroner took the body away,
And the watches were sold that Saturday.
The Auctioneer said one could seldom buy
Such watches, and the prices were high.

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Sword Blades and Poppy Seed

© Amy Lowell

A drifting, April, twilight sky,
A wind which blew the puddles dry,
And slapped the river into waves
That ran and hid among the staves

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Spring Day

© Amy Lowell

Bath
The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is
a smell of tulips and narcissus
in the air.

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In Darkness

© Amy Lowell

Must all of worth be travailled for, and those
Life's brightest stars rise from a troubled sea?
Must years go by in sad uncertainty
Leaving us doubting whose the conquering blows,

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Dreams

© Amy Lowell

I do not care to talk to you although
Your speech evokes a thousand sympathies,
And all my being's silent harmonies
Wake trembling into music. When you go

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Patience

© Amy Lowell

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

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Before the Altar

© Amy Lowell

Before the Altar, bowed, he stands
With empty hands;
Upon it perfumed offerings burn
Wreathing with smoke the sacrificial urn.

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To What Shall I Compare Her?

© Robert Louis Stevenson

TO what shall I compare her,
That is as fair as she?
For she is fairer - fairer
Than the sea.

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I Now, O Friend, Whom Noiselessly The Snows

© Robert Louis Stevenson

I NOW, O friend, whom noiselessly the snows
Settle around, and whose small chamber grows
Dusk as the sloping window takes its load:

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Air Of Diabelli's

© Robert Louis Stevenson

Still in the river see the shallop floats.
Hark! Chimes the falling oar.
Still in the mind
Hark to the song of the past!
Dream, and they pass in their dreams.

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Refuted

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

So with the deeper joys of which I dreamed:
Life yields more rapture than did childhood’s fancies,
And each year brings more pleasure than I waited.
Friendship proves truer than of old it seemed,
And, all beyond youth’s passion-hued romances,
Love is more perfect than anticipated.

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High Noon

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Time’s finger on the dial of my life
Points to high noon! And yet the half-spent day
Leaves less than half remaining, for the dark,
Bleak shadows of the grave engulf the end.

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Idler's Song

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

I sit in the twilight dim
At the close of an idle day,
And I list to the soft sweet hymn,
That rises far away,

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Not Quite The Same

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Not quite the same the springtime seems to me,
Since that sad season when in separate ways
Our paths diverged. There are no more such days
As dawned for us in that last time when we

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Kingdom of Love

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

In the dawn of the day when the sea and the earth
Reflected the sunrise above,
I set forth with a heart full of courage and mirth
To seek for the Kingdom of Love.