Treasure Island

Amy Lowell

(9 February 1874 – 12 May 1925 / Boston, Massachusetts)

Poems of Amy Lowell

61. Hoar-Frost 1/3/2003
62. Hora Stellatrix 1/3/2003
63. In A Castle 4/16/2010
64. In A Garden 4/16/2010
65. In A Time Of Dearth 4/16/2010
66. In Answer To A Request 4/16/2010
67. In Darkness 1/3/2003
68. In Excelsis 1/3/2003
69. Interlude 1/3/2003
70. Irony 4/16/2010
71. J--K. Huysmans 1/3/2003
72. La Vie de Boheme 4/16/2010
73. Late September 4/16/2010
74. Lead Soldiers 4/16/2010
75. Leisure 1/3/2003
76. Lilacs 4/16/2010
77. Listening 1/3/2003
78. Loon Point 1/3/2003
79. Madonna of the Evening Flowers 1/3/2003
80. Malmaison 4/16/2010

Mirage

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
Whereby the Fancy, dreaming as she strays,
Makes bright and present what she would would be.
And who shall say if the reality
Is not with dreams so pregnant. For delays
And hindrances may bar the wished-for end;

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