Amy Lowell

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

To A Friend

Poem by Amy Lowell

I ask but one thing of you, only one,
That always you will be my dream of you;
That never shall I wake to find untrue
All this I have believed and rested on,
Forever vanished, like a vision gone
Out into the night. Alas, how few
There are who strike in us a chord we knew
Existed, but so seldom heard its tone
We tremble at the half-forgotten sound.
The world is full of rude awakenings
And heaven-born castles shattered to the ground,
Yet still our human longing vainly clings
To a belief in beauty through all wrongs.
O stay your hand, and leave my heart its songs!

Comments about To A Friend by Amy Lowell

  • Stephanie (8/11/2019 10:27:00 PM)

    For you(Report)Reply

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  • whitney (8/30/2018 2:28:00 PM)

    this is my favorite poem of yours! ;)(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003