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![Amy Lowell:To John Keats]()
Greatmaster!Boyish,sympatheticman!WhoseorbedandripenedgeniuslightlyhungFromlife'sslim,twistedtendrilandthereswungIncrimson-spheredcompleteness;guardianOfcrystalportalsthroughwhoseopeningsfanThespiced......
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![Amy Lowell:To an Early Daffodil]()
ThouyellowtrumpeteroflaggardSpring!ThouheraldofrichSummer'smyriadflowers!TheclimbingsunwithnewrecoveredpowersDoeswarmtheeintobeing,throughtheringOfrich,brownearthhewoosthee,makestheeflingThygreenshoo......
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![Amy Lowell:To Elizabeth Ward Perkins]()
DearBessie,wouldmytiredrhymeHadforcetorisefromapathy,AndshakingoffitslethargyRingword-toneslikeaChristmaschime.Butinmysoul'shighbelfry,chillThebitterwindofdoubthasblown,Thesummerswallowsallhaveflown,......
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![Amy Lowell:To a Friend]()
Iaskbutonethingofyou,onlyone,Thatalwaysyouwillbemydreamofyou;ThatnevershallIwaketofinduntrueAllthisIhavebelievedandrestedon,Forevervanished,likeavisiongoneOutintothenight.Alas,howfewTherearewhostrikei......
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![Amy Lowell:To morrow to Fresh Woods and Pastures&n]()
Asforamomenthestands,inhardymasculinebeauty,Poisedonthefircrestedrock,overthepoolwhichbelowhimGleamsinthewaveringsunlight,waitingtheshockofhisplunging.SoforamomentIstand,myfeetplantedfirminthepresent,......
