Poem by Amy Lowell

To-morrow to Fresh Woods and Pastures New

As for a moment he stands, in hardy masculine beauty,
Poised on the fircrested rock, over the pool which below him
Gleams in the wavering sunlight, waiting the shock of his plunging.
So for a moment I stand, my feet planted firm in the present,
Eagerly scanning the future which is so soon to possess me.

1. Epitaph of a Young Poet Who Died Before Having Achieved Success
2. The Green Bowl
3. The Painted Ceiling
4. The Pike
5. Fragment (What is poetry? Is it a mosaic)

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