Amy Lowell

Here you will find the Poem Crepuscule du Matin of poet Amy Lowell

Crepuscule du Matin

All night I wrestled with a memory 
Which knocked insurgent at the gates of thought. 
The crumbled wreck of years behind has wrought 
Its disillusion; now I only cry 
For peace, for power to forget the lie 
Which hope too long has whispered. So I sought 
The sleep which would not come, and night was fraught 
With old emotions weeping silently. 
I heard your voice again, and knew the things 
Which you had promised proved an empty vaunt. 
I felt your clinging hands while night's broad wings 
Cherished our love in darkness. From the lawn 
A sudden, quivering birdnote, like a taunt. 
My arms held nothing but the empty dawn.