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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE PROMISE OF THE MORNING STAR, by AMY LOWELL Poet's Biography
First Line: Thou father of the children of my brain
Last Line: New music ringing through my fading youth.
First Line: Thou father of the children of my brain
Last Line: New music ringing through my fading youth.
Thou father of the children of my brain
By thee engendered in my willing heart,
How can I thank thee for this gift of art
Poured out so lavishly, and not in vain.
What thou created never more can die,
Thy fructifying power lives in me
And I conceive, knowing it is by thee,
Dear other parent of my poetry!
For I was but a shadow with a name,
Perhaps by now the very name's forgot;
So strange is Fate that it has been my lot
To learn through thee the presence of that aim
Which evermore must guide me. All unknown,
By me unguessed, by thee not even dreamed,
A tree has blossomed in a night that seemed
Of stubborn, barren wood. For thou hast sown
This seed of beauty in a ground of truth.
Humbly I dedicate myself, and yet
I tremble with a sudden fear to set
New music ringing through my fading youth.
Other Poems of Interest...
TWENTY-FOUR HOKKU ON A MODERN THEME by AMY LOWELL
TO-MORROW TO FRESH WOODS AND PASTURES NEW' by AMY LOWELL
AND SO, I THINK DIOGENES by AMY LOWELL