Treasure Island

Amy Lowell

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

Poems of Amy Lowell

161. The Poet 1/3/2003
162. The Pond 12/2/2003
163. The Precinct. Rochester 4/16/2010
164. The Promise of the Morning Star 1/3/2003
165. The Red Lacquer Music-Stand 4/16/2010
166. The Road to Avignon 1/3/2003
167. The Shadow 4/16/2010
168. The Starling 1/3/2003
169. The Taxi 1/3/2003
170. The Temple 4/16/2010
171. The Travelling Bear 4/16/2010
172. The Tree Of Scarlet Berries 4/16/2010
173. The Trout 1/3/2003
174. The Way 1/3/2003
175. The Wind 1/3/2003
176. Thompson’s Lunch Room—Grand Central Station 4/16/2010
177. To a Friend 1/3/2003
178. To A Husband 4/16/2010
179. To an Early Daffodil 1/3/2003
180. To Elizabeth Ward Perkins 1/3/2003

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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