The Old Poet – Amy Levy

The Old Poet I will be glad because it is the Spring; I will forget the winter in my heart– Dead hopes …

A Reminiscence – Amy Levy

A Reminiscence It is so long gone by, and yet How clearly now I see it all! The glimmer of your cigarette, …

To Death – Amy Levy

To Death (From Lenau.) If within my heart there’s mould, If the flame of Poesy And the flame of Love grow cold, …

In The Nower – Amy Levy

In The Nower To J. De P. Deep in the grass outstretched I lie, Motionless on the hill; Above me is a …

Borderland – Amy Levy

Borderland Am I waking, am I sleeping? As the first faint dawn comes creeping Thro’ the pane, I am aware Of an …

The Dream – Amy Levy

The Dream Believe me, this was true last night, Tho’ it is false to-day. – A.M.F. Robinson. A fair dream to my …

Between The Showers – Amy Levy

Between The Showers Between the showers I went my way, The glistening street was bright with flowers; It seemed that March had …

To Sylvia – Amy Levy

To Sylvia “O love, lean thou thy cheek to mine, And let the tears together flow”– Such was the song you sang …

A Wall Flower – Amy Levy

A Wall Flower I lounge in the doorway and languish in vain While Tom, Dick and Harry are dancing with Jane My …

In The Black Forest – Amy Levy

In The Black Forest I lay beneath the pine trees, And looked aloft, where, through The dusky, clustered tree-tops, Gleamed rent, gay …

To Vernon Lee – Amy Levy

To Vernon Lee On Bellosguardo, when the year was young, We wandered, seeking for the daffodil And dark anemone, whose purples fill …

At Dawn – Amy Levy

At Dawn In the night I dreamed of you; All the place was filled With your presence; in my heart The strife …

Twilight – Amy Levy

Twilight So Mary died last night! To-day The news has travelled here. And Robert died at Michaelmas, And Walter died last year. …

London Poets – Amy Levy

London Poets They trod the streets and squares where now I tread, With weary hearts, a little while ago; When, thin and …

Impotens – Amy Levy

Impotens If I were a woman of old, What prayers I would pray for you, dear; My pitiful tribute behold– Not a …

Sonnet – Amy Levy

Sonnet Most wonderful and strange it seems, that I Who but a little time ago was tost High on the waves of …

At A Dinner Party – Amy Levy

At A Dinner Party With fruit and flowers the board is deckt, The wine and laughter flow; I’ll not complain–could one expect …

A Greek Girl – Amy Levy

A Greek Girl I may not weep, not weep, and he is dead. A weary, weary weight of tears unshed Through the …

The Piano-Organ – Amy Levy

The Piano-Organ My student-lamp is lighted, The books and papers are spread; A sound comes floating upwards, Chasing the thoughts from my …

Felo De Se – Amy Levy

Felo De Se With Apologies to Mr. Swinburne. For repose I have sighed and have struggled ; have sigh’d and have struggled …

Sinfonia Eroica – Amy Levy

Sinfonia Eroica (To Sylvia.) My Love, my Love, it was a day in June, A mellow, drowsy, golden afternoon; And all the …

Xantippe – Amy Levy

Xantippe (A Fragment) What, have I waked again? I never thought To see the rosy dawn, or ev’n this grey, Dull, solemn …

Lohengrin – Amy Levy

Lohengrin Back to the mystic shore beyond the main The mystic craft has sped, and left no trace. Ah, nevermore may she …

A Farewell – Amy Levy

A Farewell (After Heine.) The sad rain falls from Heaven, A sad bird pipes and sings ; I am sitting here at …

The Lost Friend – Amy Levy

The Lost Friend The people take the thing of course, They marvel not to see This strange, unnatural divorce Betwixt delight and …

Run To Death – Amy Levy

Run To Death A True Incident of Pre-Revolutionary French History. Now the lovely autumn morning breathes its freshness in earth’s face, In …

Alma Mater – Amy Levy

Alma Mater A haunted town thou art to me. — Andrew Lang To-day in Florence all the air Is soft with spring, …

To E – Amy Levy

To E The mountains in fantastic lines Sweep, blue-white, to the sky, which shines Blue as blue gems; athwart the pines The …

Magdalen – Amy Levy

Magdalen All things I can endure, save one. The bare, blank room where is no sun; The parcelled hours; the pallet hard; …

A Dirge – Amy Levy

A Dirge “Mein Herz, mein Herz ist traurig Doch lustig leuchtet der Mai” There’s May amid the meadows, There’s May amid the …

The Old House – Amy Levy

The Old House In through the porch and up the silent stair; Little is changed, I know so well the ways;– Here, …

Contradictions – Amy Levy

Contradictions Now, even, I cannot think it true, My friend, that there is no more you. Almost as soon were no more …

Ralph To Mary – Amy Levy

Ralph To Mary Love, you have led me to the strand, Here, where the stilly, sunset sea, Ever receding silently, Lays bare …

A Minor Poet – Amy Levy

A Minor Poet “What should such fellows as I do, Crawling between earth and heaven?” Here is the phial; here I turn …

Last Words – Amy Levy

Last Words Dead! all’s done with! — R. Browning. These blossoms that I bring, This song that here I sing, These tears …