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A Dome of Many…Coloured Glass
A Dome of Many…
Coloured Glass
by Amy Lowell
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A Dome of Many…Coloured Glass
〃Life； like a dome of many…coloured glass； Stains the white radiance
of Eternity。〃
Shelley； 〃Adonais〃。
〃Le silence est si grand que mon coeur en frissonne； Seul； le bruit de
mes pas sur le pave resonne。〃
Albert Samain。
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Lyrical Poems
Before the Altar
Before the Altar； bowed； he stands With empty hands； Upon it
perfumed offerings burn Wreathing with smoke the sacrificial urn。 Not one
of all these has he given； No flame of his has leapt to Heaven Firesouled；
vermilion…hearted； Forked； and darted； Consuming what a few spare pence
Have cheaply bought； to fling from hence In idly…asked petition。
His sole condition Love and poverty。 And while the moon Swings
slow across the sky； Athwart a waving pine tree； And soon Tips all the
needles there With silver sparkles； bitterly He gazes； while his soul Grows
hard with thinking of the poorness of his dole。
〃Shining and distant Goddess； hear my prayer Where you swim in the
high air！ With charity look down on me； Under this tree； Tending the gifts
I have not brought； The rare and goodly things I have not sought。 Instead；
take from me all my life！
〃Upon the wings Of shimmering moonbeams I pack my poet's dreams
For you。 My wearying strife； My courage； my loss； Into the night I toss
For you。 Golden Divinity； Deign to look down on me Who so unworthily
Offers to you： All life has known； Seeds withered unsown； Hopes turning
quick to fears； Laughter which dies in tears。 The shredded remnant of a
man Is all the span And compass of my offering to you。
〃Empty and silent； I Kneel before your pure； calm majesty。 On this
stone； in this urn I pour my heart and watch it burn； Myself the sacrifice；
but be Still unmoved： Divinity。〃
From the altar； bathed in moonlight； The smoke rose straight in the
quiet night。
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Suggested by the Cover of a Volume of Keats's
Poems
Wild little bird； who chose thee for a sign To put upon the cover of this
book？ Who heard thee singing in the distance dim； The vague； far
greenness of the enshrouding wood； When the damp freshness of the
morning earth Was full of pungent sweetness and thy song？
Who followed over moss and twisted roots； And pushed through the
wet leaves of trailing vines Where slanting sunbeams gleamed uncertainly；
While ever clearer came the dropping notes； Until； at last； two widening
trunks disclosed Thee singing on a spray of branching beech； Hidden； then
seen； and always that same song Of joyful sweetness； rapture incarnate；
Filled the hushed； rustling stillness of the wood？
We do not know what bird thou art。 Perhaps That fairy bird； fabled in
island tale； Who never sings but once； and then his song Is of such fearful
beauty that he dies From sheer exuberance of melody。
For this they took thee； little bird； for this They captured thee； tilting
among the leaves； And stamped thee for a symbol on this book。 For it
contains a song surpassing thine； Richer； more sweet； more poignant。
And the poet Who felt this burning beauty； and whose heart Was full of
loveliest things； sang all he knew A little while； and then he died； too frail
To bear this untamed； passionate burst of song。
Apples of Hesperides
Glinting golden through the trees； Apples of Hesperides！ Through
the moon…pierced warp of night Shoot pale shafts of yellow light； Swaying
to the kissing breeze Swings the treasure； golden…gleaming； Apples of
Hesperides！
Far and lofty yet they glimmer； Apples of Hesperides！ Blinded by
their radiant shimmer； Pushing forward just for these； Dew…besprinkled；
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bramble…marred； Poor duped mortal； travel…scarred； Always thinking soon
to seize And possess the golden…glistening Apples of Hesperides！
Orbed； and glittering； and pendent； Apples of Hesperides！ Not one
missing； still transcendent； Clustering like a swarm of bees。 Yielding to no
man's desire； Glowing with a saffron fire； Splendid； unassailed； the golden
Apples of Hesperides！
Azure and Gold
April had covered the hills With flickering yellows and reds； The
sparkle and coolness of snow Was blown from the mountain beds。
Across a deep…sunken stream The pink of blossoming trees； And
from windless appleblooms The humming of many bees。
The air was of rose and gold Arabesqued with the song of birds Who；
swinging unseen under leaves； Made music more eager than words。
Of a sudden； aslant the road； A brightness to dazzle and stun； A glint
of the bluest blue； A flash from a sapphire sun。
Blue…birds so blue； 't was a dream； An impossible； unconceived hue；
The high sky of summer dropped down Some rapturous ocean to woo。
Such a colour； such infinite light！ The heart of a fabulous gem；
Many…faceted； brilliant and rare。 Centre Stone of the earth's
diadem！ 。 。 。 。 。 Centre Stone of the Crown of the
World； 〃Sincerity〃 graved on your youth！ And your eyes hold the blue…
bird flash； The sapphire shaft； which is truth。
Petals
Life is a stream On which we strew Petal by petal the flower of our
heart； The end lost in dream； They float past our view； We only watch their
glad； early start。
Freighted with hope； Crimsoned with joy； We scatter the leaves of our
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opening rose； Their widening scope； Their distant employ； We never shall
know。 And the stream as it flows Sweeps them away； Each one is gone
Ever beyond into infinite ways。 We alone stay While years hurry on； The
flower fared forth； though its fragrance still stays。
Venetian Glass
As one who sails upon a wide； blue sea Far out of sight of land； his
mind intent Upon the sailing of his little boat； On tightening ropes and
shaping fair his course； Hears suddenly； across the restless sea； The
rhythmic striking of some towered clock； And wakes from thoughtless
idleness to time： Time； the slow pulse which beats eternity！ So through the
vacancy of busy life At intervals you cross my path and bring The deep
solemnity of passing years。 For you I have shed bitter tears； for you I have
relinquished that for which my heart Cried out in selfish longing。 And
to…night Having just left you； I can say： 〃'T is well。 Thank God that I
have known a soul so true； So nobly just； so worthy to be loved！〃
Fatigue
Stupefy my heart to every day's monotony； Seal up my eyes； I would
not look so far； Chasten my steps to peaceful regularity； Bow down my
head lest I behold a star。
Fill my days with work； a thousand calm necessities Leaving no
moment to consecrate to hope； Girdle my thoughts within the dull
circumferences Of facts which form the actual in one short hour's scope。
Give me dreamless sleep； and loose night's power over me； Shut my
ears to sounds only tumultuous then； Bid Fancy slumber； and steal away
its potency； Or Nature wakes and strives to live again。
Let each day pass； well ordered in its usefulness； Unlit by sunshine；