Explore "Song" by Amy Lowell on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Oh! To be a flower / Nodding in the sun, / Bending, then upspringing / As the breezes run; / Holding up / A scent-brimmed cup, / Full of summer's fragrance to the summer sun.
Oh! To be a butterfly / Still, upon a flower, / Winking with its painted wings, / Happy in the hour.
Blossoms hold / Mines of gold / Deep within the farthest heart of each chaliced flower.
Oh! To be a cloud / Blowing through the blue, / Shadowing the mountains, / Rushing loudly through / Valleys deep / Where torrents keep / Always their plunging thunder and their misty arch of blue.
Oh! To be a wave / Splintering on the sand, / Drawing back, but leaving / Lingeringly the land.
Rainbow light / Flashes bright / Telling tales of coral caves half hid in yellow sand.
Soon they die, the flowers; / Insects live a day; / Clouds dissolve in showers; / Only waves at play / Last forever.
Shall endeavor / Make a sea of purpose mightier than we dream to-day?