Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл)

To a Friend


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!

Amy Lowell’s other poems:

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

Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • Matthew Arnold (Мэтью Арнольд) To a Friend (“Who prop, thou ask’st in these bad days, my mind?”)
  • Anna Barbauld (Анна-Летиция Барбо) To a Friend (“May never more of pensive melancholy”)
  • William Bowles (Уильям Боулз) To a Friend (“Go, then, and join the murmuring city’s throng!”)
  • William Shenstone (Уильям Шенстон) To a Friend (“Have you ne’er seen, my gentle Squire!”)
  • Joseph Drake (Джозеф Дрейк) To a Friend (“Yes, faint was my applause and cold my praise”)
  • James Fields (Джеймс Филдс) To a Friend (“Go, with a manly heart”)
  • Richard Hovey (Ричард Хави) To a Friend (“ALL too grotesque our thoughts are sometimes”)
  • John Pierpont (Джон Пирпонт) To a Friend (“Friend of my dark and solitary hour”)

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