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Amy Lowell - From One Who Stays

How empty seems the town now you are gone!
A wilderness of sad streets, where gaunt walls
Hide nothing to desire; sunshine falls
Eery, distorted, as it long had shone
On white, dead faces tombed in halls of stone.
The whir of motors, stricken through with calls
Of playing boys, floats up at intervals;
But all these noises blur to one long moan.
What quest is worth pursuing?  And how strange
That other men still go accustomed ways!
I hate their interest in the things they do.
A spectre-horde repeating without change
An old routine.  Alone I know the days
Are still-born, and the world stopped, lacking 
you.

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Poet: Amy Lowell
Poem: 20. From One Who Stays
Volume: A Dome of Many-Coloured Glass
- Sonnets
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