Amy Lowell: To a Friend

To a Friend

I ask but one thing of you, only one,  That always you will be my dream of you;  That never shall I wake to find untrue All this I have believed and rested on, Forever vanished, like a vision gone  Out into the night.  Alas, how few  There are who strike in us a chord we knew Existed, but so seldom heard its tone  We tremble at the half-forgotten sound. The world is full of rude awakenings  And heaven-born castles shattered to the ground, Yet still our human longing vainly clings  To a belief in beauty through all wrongs.  O stay your hand, and leave my heart its songs!