Song

  by: Amy Lowell (1874-1925)

 

 

 

 

Oh! To be a flower
  Nodding in the sun,
Bending, then upspringing
  As the breezes run;
Holding up
A scent-brimmed cup,
  Full of summer's fragrance to the summer sun.

 

Oh! To be a butterfly
  Still, upon a flower,
Winking with its painted wings,
  Happy in the hour.
Blossoms hold
Mines of gold
  Deep within the farthest heart of each chaliced flower.

 

Oh! To be a cloud
  Blowing through the blue,
Shadowing the mountains,
  Rushing loudly through
Valleys deep
Where torrents keep
  Always their plunging thunder and their misty arch of blue.

 

Oh! To be a wave
  Splintering on the sand,
Drawing back, but leaving
  Lingeringly the land.
Rainbow light
Flashes bright
  Telling tales of coral caves half hid in yellow sand.

 

Soon they die, the flowers;
  Insects live a day;
Clouds dissolve in showers;
  Only waves at play
Last forever.
Shall endeavor
  Make a sea of purpose mightier than we dream to-day?


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