113 Quotes by Amy Lowell

Sea Shell, Sea Shell, / Sing me a song, O Please! / A song of ships, and sailor men, / And parrots, and tropical trees, / Of islands lost in the Spanish Main / Which no man ever may find again, / Of fishes and corals under the waves, / And seahorses stabled in great green caves. / Sea Shell, Sea Shell, / Sing of the things you know so well.

Climbing, climbing, higher and higher / The branches blow and I see a spire / The gleam of a turret, the glint of a dome / All sparkling and bright, like white sea foam.

High up in the apple tree climbing I go, / With the sky above me, the earth below. / Each branch is the step of a wonderful stair / Which leads to the town I see shining up there.

Today to the end of the marvelous stair, / Where those glittering pinacles flash in the air! / Climbing, climbing, higher I go, / With the sky close above me, the earth far below.

You are ice and fire. The touch of you burns my hands like snow.

Laughing, dancing, sunny wind, / Whistling, howling, rainy wind, / North, South, East and West, / Each is the wind I like the best.

And the softness of my body will be guarded from embrace. / By each button , hook, and lace.

Tommy's leaden soldiers we, / Glittering with efficiency. / Not a button's out of place, / Tons and tons of golden lace / Wind about our officers.

How beautiful are the corn rows, / Stretching to the morning sun, / Stretching to the evening sun. / Very beautiful, the long rows of corn.