CLIMBING

 

High up in the apple 

Tree climbing I go,

With the sky above me, the

Earth below.

Each branch is the step of a 

Wonderful stair

Which leads to the town I see 

Shining up there.

Climbing, climbing, higher

And higher,

The branches blow and I see a

Spire,

The gleam of a turret, the

Glint of a dome,

All sparkling and bright, like

White Sea foam.

On and on, from bough to bough,

The leaves are thick, but I

Push my way through;

Before, I have always had to 

Stop,

But today I am sure I shall

Reach the top.

Today to the end of the marvelous stair,

Where those glittering 

Pinnacles flash in the air!

Climbing, climbing, higher I go,

With the sky close above me,

The earth below.

Climbing 

By

Amy Lowell (1874 - 1925)

Amy Lawrence Lowell (February 9, 1874 – May 12, 1925) born in Boston, Massachusetts, was an American poet of the imagist school, which promoted a return to classical values. She posthumously won the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1926.