The Swans (Amy Lowell Poems)
The swans float and float Along the moat Around the Bishop's garden, And the white clouds push Across a blue ...
The swans float and float Along the moat Around the Bishop's garden, And the white clouds push Across a blue ...
The tall yellow hollyhocks stand, Still and straight, With their round blossoms spread open, In the quiet sunshine. And still ...
Dear Virgin Mary, far away, Look down from Heaven while I pray. Open your golden casement high, And lean way ...
The Bell in the convent tower swung. High overhead the great sun hung, A navel for the curving sky. The ...
A music-stand of crimson lacquer, long since brought In some fast clipper-ship from China, quaintly wrought With bossed and carven ...
Dear Bessie, would my tired rhyme Had force to rise from apathy, And shaking off its lethargy Ring word-tones like ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
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