Prime by Amy Lowell Prime ?by Amy Lowell ? Your voice is like bells over roofs at dawn When a bird flies And the sky changes to a fresher color. ? Speak, speak, Beloved. Say little things For my ears to catch And run with them to my heart. Related Poems: PRIME by Amy Lowell Vespers by Amy Lowell The Letter by Amy Lowell Anticipation by Amy Lowell To wish Myself Courage by William Carlos Williams Portent by William Carlos Williams Kin to Sorrow by Edna St. Vincent Millay Upstream by Carl Sandburg The Dream by Edna St. Vincent Millay Whispers of Immortality by T. S. Eliot Author: Every Writer This is about me View all posts by Every Writer