Poets | Bookstore | Poem of the Day | Top 40 | Search | Comments | Privacy
July 23rd, 2014 - we have 234 poets, 8,025 poems and 115,441 comments.
Amy Lowell - The Promise of the Morning Star

Thou father of the children of my brain
By thee engendered in my willing heart,
How can I thank thee for this gift of art
Poured out so lavishly, and not in vain.
What thou created never more can die,
Thy fructifying power lives in me
And I conceive, knowing it is by thee,
Dear other parent of my poetry!
For I was but a shadow with a name,
Perhaps by now the very name's forgot;
So strange is Fate that it has been my lot
To learn through thee the presence of that aim
Which evermore must guide me.  All unknown,
By me unguessed, by thee not even dreamed,
A tree has blossomed in a night that seemed
Of stubborn, barren wood.  For thou hast sown
This seed of beauty in a ground of truth.
Humbly I dedicate myself, and yet
I tremble with a sudden fear to set
New music ringing through my fading youth.

Share |

Added: Feb 1 2004 | Viewed: 7195 times | Comments and analysis of The Promise of the Morning Star by Amy Lowell Comments (0)

The Promise of the Morning Star - Comments and Information

Poet: Amy Lowell
Poem: 30. The Promise of the Morning Star
Volume: A Dome of Many-Coloured Glass
- Lyrical Poems
Poem of the Day: Dec 3 2012
There are no comments for this poem. Why not be the first one to post something about it?

Are you looking for more information on this poem? Perhaps you are trying to analyze it? The poem, The Promise of the Morning Star, has not yet been commented on. You can click here to be the first to post a comment about it.

Poem Info

Lowell Info
Copyright © 2000-2012 Gunnar Bengtsson. All Rights Reserved. Links | Bookstore