A Dome of Many-Coloured Glass by Amy Lowell

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"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.

Contents

Lyrical Poems

Before the Altar Suggested by the Cover of a Volume of Keats's Poems Apples of Hesperides Azure and Gold Petals Venetian Glass Fatigue A Japanese Wood-Carving A Little Song Behind a Wall A Winter Ride A Coloured Print by Shokei Song The Fool Errant The Green Bowl Hora Stellatrix Fragment Loon Point Summer "To-morrow to Fresh Woods and Pastures New" The Way Diya {original title is Greek, Delta-iota-psi-alpha} Roads Teatro Bambino. Dublin, N. H. The Road to Avignon New York at Night A Fairy Tale Crowned To Elizabeth Ward Perkins The Promise of the Morning Star J--K. Huysmans March Evening

Sonnets

Leisure On Carpaccio's Picture: The Dream of St. Ursula The Matrix Monadnock in Early Spring The Little Garden To an Early Daffodil Listening The Lamp of Life Hero-Worship In Darkness Before Dawn The Poet At Night The Fruit Garden Path Mirage To a Friend A Fixed Idea Dreams Frankincense and Myrrh From One Who Stays Crepuscule du Matin Aftermath The End The Starling Market Day Epitaph in a Church-Yard in Charleston, South Carolina Francis II, King of Naples To John Keats

The Boston Athenaeum

Verses for Children

Sea Shell Fringed Gentians The Painted Ceiling The Crescent Moon Climbing The Trout Wind The Pleiades

Thanks are due to the editor of the 'Atlantic Monthly', and to Messrs. G. Schirmer, Inc., for their courteous permission to reprint certain of these poems which have been copyrighted by them.

[All these copyrights are now expired.]

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!

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