The Temple, by Amy Lowell
Between us leapt a gold and scarlet flame.
Int...
Between us leapt a gold and scarlet flame.
Int...
Thou yellow trumpeter of laggard Spring!
Thou ...
Guarded within the old red wall's embrace,
Ma...
I put your leaves aside,
One by one:
The st...
Hey! My daffodil-crowned,
Slim and without sa...
Fragments 91, 92, 99, 106, 104, 103, 100,...
Like the sweet apple that reddens
At end of th...
Then, as the broad moon rose on high,
The ma...
I've a garden, a garden of dreams, Wh...
I Like the sweet apple which reddens upon the ...
Cool murmur of water through apple-wood
Trough...
Fragments 34, 77, 76, 61, 71, 48, 86, 83...
Yea, thou shalt die,
And lie
...
I love color.
I love flaming reds,
And vivid...
I dreamed your face, one night, when Heaven s...
Your room is still the dainty little place,
T...
The Lampsacene is girt with golden dress;
His...
The moon spans Heaven's architrave;
Stars in ...
Beneath the living cross I lie
And swoon towar...
Now is the triumph of Love, now is the day of ...
OUT of the seething cauldron of my woes,
Whe...
On the dim porchway where the sea's deep boom
...
A curious conflict this of love and fear,
Hon...
The woodland hollows know us, bird-enchanted, ...
VELVET soft the night-star glowed
Over the un...