To William Shelley. Thy Little Footsteps On The Sands
by Percy Bysshe Shelley
Thy little footsteps on the sands
Of a remote and lonely shore;
The twinkling of thine infant hands,
Where now the worm will feed no more;
Thy mingled look of love and glee
When we returned to gaze on thee--
by Amy LowellI am useless.
What I do is nothing,
What I think has no savour.
There is an almanac between the windows: It is of the year when I was born.
My fellows call to me to join them, They shout for ...