Category Archives: Amy Levy

Poem – To A Dead Poet

I knew not if to laugh or weep; They sat and talked of you– “‘Twas here he sat; ’twas this he said! ‘Twas that he used to do.  “Here is the book wherein he read, The room wherein he dwelt; … Continue reading

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Poem – To Clementina Black 

More blest than was of old Diogenes, I have not held my lantern up in vain. Not mine, at least, this evil–to complain: “There is none honest among all of these.” Our hopes go down that sailed before the breeze; … Continue reading

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Poem – To Death 

If within my heart there’s mould, If the flame of Poesy And the flame of Love grow cold, Slay my body utterly. Swiftly, pause not nor delay; Let not my life’s field be spread With the ash of feelings dead, … Continue reading

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Poem – To E 

The mountains in fantastic lines Sweep, blue-white, to the sky, which shines Blue as blue gems; athwart the pines The lake gleams blue. We three were here, three years gone by; Our Poet, with fine-frenzied eye, You, stepped in learned … Continue reading

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Poem – To Lallie

UP those Museum steps you came,  And straightway all my blood was flame, O Lallie, Lallie ! The world (I had been feeling low) In one short moment’s space did grow A happy valley. There was a friend, my friend, … Continue reading

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Poem – To Sylvia 

“O love, lean thou thy cheek to mine, And let the tears together flow”– Such was the song you sang to me Once, long ago. Such was the song you sang; and yet (O be not wroth!) I scarcely knew … Continue reading

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Poem – To Vernon Lee 

On Bellosguardo, when the year was young, We wandered, seeking for the daffodil And dark anemone, whose purples fill The peasant’s plot, between the corn-shoots sprung. Over the grey, low wall the olive flung Her deeper greyness ; far off, … Continue reading

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