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:
- The Fool Errant
- The Cyclists
- To Elizabeth Ward Perkins
- The Paper Windmill
- Francis II, King of Naples
Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):
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