Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл)

A Petition


I pray to be the tool which to your hand
Long use has shaped and moulded till it be
Apt for your need, and, unconsideringly,
You take it for its service.  I demand
To be forgotten in the woven strand
Which grows the multi-coloured tapestry
Of your bright life, and through its tissues lie
A hidden, strong, sustaining, grey-toned band.
I wish to dwell around your daylight dreams,
The railing to the stairway of the clouds,
To guard your steps securely up, where streams
A faery moonshine washing pale the crowds
Of pointed stars.  Remember not whereby
You mount, protected, to the far-flung sky.

Amy Lowell’s other poems:

  1. The Fool Errant
  2. The Cyclists
  3. The Paper Windmill
  4. Francis II, King of Naples
  5. To Elizabeth Ward Perkins

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