I ask but one thing of you, only one,
That always you will be my dream of you;
That never shall I wake to find untrue
All this I have believed and rested on,
Forever vanished, like a vision gone
Out into the night. Alas, how few
There are who strike in us a chord we knew
Existed, but so seldom heard its tone
We tremble at the half-forgotten sound.
The world is full of rude awakenings
And heaven-born castles shattered to the ground,
Yet still our human longing vainly clings
To a belief in beauty through all wrongs.
O stay your hand, and leave my heart its songs!
To a Friend
Analysis, meaning and summary of Amy Lowell's poem To a Friend
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Amy Lowell is an amazing poet, and of all the poems of hers I have read thus far, this one is my favorite. It really speaks to me, and whether or not I’ve interpreted it correctly, it really speaks to me, especially now.
amazing poem. i loved the last line in particular. really.