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Poem by Amy Lowell The Poet What instinct forces man to journey on, Urged by a longing blind but dominant! Nothing he sees can hold him, nothing daunt His never failing eagerness. The sun Setting in splendour every night has won His vassalage; those towers flamboyant Of airy cloudland palaces now haunt His daylight wanderings. Forever done With simple joys and quiet happiness He guards the vision of the sunset sky; Though faint with weariness he must possess Some fragment of the sunset’s majesty; He spurns life’s human friendships to profess Life’s loneliness of dreaming ecstasy. Amy Lowell Amy Lowell's other poems: Poems of the other poets with the same name: 1362 Views |
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