Amy Lowell:A Tale for an Autumn Evening
AfteraPrintbyGeorgeCruikshankItwasagustynight,Withthewindbooming,andswooping,Loopingroundcorners,Slidingoverthecobble-stones,Whippingandveering,AndcareeringovertheroofsLikeathousandclatteringhorses.Mr...
AfteraPrintbyGeorgeCruikshankItwasagustynight,Withthewindbooming,andswooping,Loopingroundcorners,Slidingoverthecobble-stones,Whippingandveering,AndcareeringovertheroofsLikeathousandclatteringhorses.Mr...
Whenyou,myDear,areaway,away,Howwearilygoesthecreepingday.Ayeardragsaftermorning,andnightStartsanotheryearofcandlelight.OPausingSunandLingeringMoon!Grantme,Ibegofyou,thisboon.Whirlroundtheearthasnevers...
IHoopsBlueandpinksashes,Criss-crossshoes,MinnaandStellarunoutintothegardenToplayathoop.Upanddownthegarden-pathstheyrace,Intheyellowsunshine,EachwithabigroundhoopWhiteasastrippedwillow-wand.Roundandrou...
ItwindsalongthefaceofacliffThispathwhichIlongtoexplore,Andoveritdashesawaterfall,AndtheairisfulloftheroarAndthethunderousvoiceofwaterswhichsweepInasilvertorrentoversomesteep.Itclearsthepathwithamighty...
Whoshalldeclarethejoyoftherunning!Whoshalltellofthepleasuresofflight!Springingandspurningthetuftsofwildheather,Sweeping,wide-winged,throughthebluedomeoflight.Everythingmortalhasmomentsimmortal,Swiftan...
WhattorturelurkswithinasinglethoughtWhengrowntooconstant,andhoweverkind,Howeverwelcomestill,thewearymindAcheswithitspresence.DullremembrancetaughtRemembersonunceasingly;unsoughtTheolddelightiswithusbu...
Highupabovetheopen,welcomingdoorIthangs,apieceofwoodwithcoloursdim.Once,longago,itwasawavingtreeAndknewthesunandshadowthroughtheleavesOfforesttrees,inathickeasternwood.Thewintersnowshadbentitsbranches...
OnwinternightsbesidethenurseryfireWereadthefairytale,whileglowingcoalsBuildeditspictures.TherebeforeoureyesWesawthevaultedhalloftraceriedstoneUprearitself,thedistantceilinghungWithpendentstalactitesli...