Amy Lowell: Song

Song

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?