Amy Lowell

Here you will find the Poem Hero-Worship of poet Amy Lowell


A face seen passing in a crowded street, 
A voice heard singing music, large and free; 
And from that moment life is changed, and we 
Become of more heroic temper, meet 
To freely ask and give, a man complete 
Radiant because of faith, we dare to be 
What Nature meant us. Brave idolatry 
Which can conceive a hero! No deceit, 
No knowledge taught by unrelenting years, 
Can quench this fierce, untamable desire. 
We know that what we long for once achieved 
Will cease to satisfy. Be still our fears; 
If what we worship fail us, still the fire 
Burns on, and it is much to have believed.