 Steady drip of horses' hoofs on hard pavement ; A black sky lacquered over with blueness, And the lights of Battersea Bridge Pricking pale in the dawn. The beautiful hours are passing And still you sleep ! Tired heart of my joy, Incurved upon your dreams,...  Pictures of the Floating World - Page 70by Amy Lowell - 1919 - 257 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Charles Alphonso Smith - American essays - 1923 - 500 pages
...data.) A poem and a good poem is ready to be made — but where is the poem ? Jolt of market carts ; Steady drip of horses' hoofs on hard pavement ; A...dreams, Will the day come before you have opened to me? If any one doubts my assertion that this is not a poem, let him read another suggested by it, Wordsworth's... | |
 | James Cloyd Bowman - Criticism - 1926 - 364 pages
...biological data.) A poem and a good poem is ready to be made—but where is the poem? Jolt of market carts; Steady drip of horses' hoofs on hard pavement; A black...dreams, Will the day come before you have opened to me? If anyone doubts my assertion that this is not a poem, let him read another suggested by it, Wordsworth's... | |
 | Philip Sanford Marden - 1926 - 300 pages
...which has an ancient counterpart. Here is the new version, called 'Wakefulness': 'Jolt of market-carts; And the lights of Battersea bridge Pricking pale in...• Will the day come before you have opened to me?' From which let us turn to Wordsworth's sonnet in very similar circumstances, with Westminster Bridge... | |
 | Amy Lowell - Literary Collections - 2002 - 394 pages
...swirling draperies of a painted Madonna. Jolt of market-carts; The Independent, August 1916 WAKEFUlflESS Steady drip of horses' hoofs on hard pavement; A black...dreams, Will the day come before you have opened to me? A BATHER The Little Review, August 1916 Thick dappled by circles of sunshine and fluttering shade,... | |
 | Amy Lowell - Literary Collections - 2002 - 188 pages
...swirling draperies of a painted Madonna. Jolt of market-carts; The Independent, August 1916 WAKEFUIIÏESS Steady drip of horses' hoofs on hard pavement; A black...dreams, Will the day come before you have opened to me? A BATHER The Little Review, August 1916 Thick dappled by circles of sunshine and fluttering shade,... | |
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