Wakefulness

Amy LowellRomantic

Jolt of market-carts ; 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. Will the day come before you have opened to me ?

Amy Lowell

Mood:: Romantic
Topics:: love, longing, sleep, dawn, battersea bridge

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The speaker stands awake in early morning London, noticing the rough jolt of market carts and the steady clop of horses on hard pavement. The sky is black but lacquered with a thin blue, and the lights of Battersea Bridge look pale and sharp in the coming dawn.

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