Behind a Wall, by Amy Lowell
I own a solace shut within my heart,
&...
I own a solace shut within my heart,
&...
Fish "So..." they said,
With their wine-glas...
An arid daylight shines along the beach
Dried ...
High up above the open, welcoming door
It han...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day...
In the brown water,
Thick and silver-sheened ...
Last night--but the boy shrieked in's sleep--th...
Now we are tired of boisterous joy,
Have romp...
A barking sound the Shepherd hears,
A cry as ...
Where I used to be
I could hear the sea.
The ...
A.D. 815 At the rise of summer a hundred beast...
A.D. 811 In waters still as a burnished mirror...
The fields are chill; the sparse rain has stopp...
The Ocean said to me once,
"Look!
Yonder on ...
Thee too, great Pales, will I hymn, and thee...
Of air-born honey, gift of heaven, I now
Tak...
THE pointed houses lean so you would swear
Tha...
Like a breath from hoarded musk,
Like the gol...
Since Walton first in sport began
To lure the ...
Many a youth left home and friend
To pioneer a...
The moth unwitting rushes on the fire,
Throug...
Where the short-legged Eskimo
Waddle in the ic...
In Texas, where the Wichita
Enrodes a gash, ...
Maybe this is fun, sitting in the sun,
With ...
White sand and cedars; cedars, sand;
Light-h...