A Little Song by Amy Lowell

A Little Song

by Amy Lowell

When you, my Dear, are away, away,How wearily goes the creeping day.A year drags after morning, and nightStarts another year of candle light.O Pausing Sun and Lingering Moon!Grant me, I beg of you, this boon.

Whirl round the earth as never sunHas his diurnal journey run.And, Moon, slip past the ladders of airIn a single flash, while your streaming hairCatches the stars and pulls them downTo shine on some slumbering Chinese town.O Kindly Sun! Understandin...