To-morrow to Fresh Woods and Pastures New
As for a moment he stands, in hardy masculine beauty, Poised on the fircrested rock, over the pool which below him Gleams in the wavering sunlight, waiting the shock of his plunging. So for a moment I stand, my feet planted firm in the present, Eagerly scanning the future which is so soon to possess me.
Amy Lowell’s other poems:
- The Fool Errant
- The Cyclists
- The Paper Windmill
- Francis II, King of Naples
- To Elizabeth Ward Perkins
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