Amy Lowell

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

Poems by Amy Lowell : 10 / 200

A Little Song - Poem by Amy Lowell

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When you, my Dear, are away, away,
How wearily goes the creeping day.
A year drags after morning, and night
Starts another year of candle light.
O Pausing Sun and Lingering Moon!
Grant me, I beg of you, this boon.

Whirl round the earth as never sun
Has his diurnal journey run.
And, Moon, slip past the ladders of air
In a single flash, while your streaming hair
Catches the stars and pulls them down
To shine on some slumbering Chinese town.
O Kindly Sun! Understanding Moon!
Bring evening to crowd the footsteps of noon.

But when that long awaited day
Hangs ripe in the heavens, your voyaging stay.
Be morning, O Sun! with the lark in song,
Be afternoon for ages long.
And, Moon, let you and your lesser lights
Watch over a century of nights.

Amy Lowell

Poems by Amy Lowell : 10 / 200

Mahtab Bangalee (5/28/2018 2:40:00 AM)
let you and your lesser lights
Watch over a century of nights. (Report)Reply
Geeta Radhakrishna Menon (2/9/2017 9:08:00 PM)
A little song that is a sweet song! (Report)Reply
Edward Kofi Louis (2/9/2017 9:51:00 AM)
Footsteps. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report)Reply
Namratha Swamy (2/9/2017 9:48:00 AM)
Has gone through the poem umpteen times and still feels fresh! Thanks for sharing. (Report)Reply
Anil Kumar Panda (2/9/2017 6:30:00 AM)
A beautiful poem
'But when that long awaited day
Hangs ripe in the heavens, your voyaging stay.'
is a very nice quote.
Thanks for sharing and congrats. (Report)Reply
Tom Allport (2/9/2017 3:55:00 AM)
a poem full of wishful thoughts. (Report)Reply
Linet Sabastian (2/9/2017 3:07:00 AM)
A well written poem. Thanks for sharing. (Report)Reply
Bernard F. Asuncion (2/9/2017 12:30:00 AM)
Thank you so much for posting this poem.... (Report)Reply