PRIME by Amy Lowell Leave a reply 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. Amy Lowell (1874-1925) Related Poems: Prime by Amy Lowell Vespers by Amy Lowell The Letter by Amy Lowell Anticipation by Amy Lowell WINDFLOWER LEAF by Carl Sandburg The Little Ghost by Edna St. Vincent Millay HOW TO DIE by Siegfried Sassoon DESIGN by Robert Frost COUNTER-ATTACK by Siegfried Sassoon Where-Away by James Whitcomb Riley