Author: Amy Levy

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

The people take the thing of course, They marvel not to see This strange, unnatural divorce Betwixt delight and me. […]

(In Memoriam.) They trod the streets and squares where now I tread, With weary hearts, a little while ago; When, […]

Green is the plane-tree in the square, The other trees are brown; They droop and pine for country air; The […]

How like her! But ’tis she herself, Comes up the crowded street, How little did I think, the morn, My […]

I lay beneath the pine trees, And looked aloft, where, through The dusky, clustered tree-tops, Gleamed rent, gay rifts of […]

I. She, who so long has lain Stone-stiff with folded wings, Within my heart again The brown bird wakes and […]

I will be glad because it is the Spring; I will forget the winter in my heart Dead hopes and […]

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

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

Straw in the street where I pass to-day Dulls the sound of the wheels and feet. ‘Tis for a failing […]

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

I lounge in the doorway and languish in vain While Tom, Dick and Harry are dancing with Jane My spirit […]

With beating heart and lagging feet, Lord, I approach the Judgment-seat. All bring hither the fruits of toil, Measures of […]

In through the porch and up the silent stair; Little is changed, I know so well the ways; Here, the […]

Cruel? I think there never was a cheating More cruel, thro’ all the weary days than this! This is no […]

(From Lenau.) So late, and yet a nightingale? Long since have dropp’d the blossoms pale, The summer fields are ripening, […]

“Am Kreuzweg wird begraben Wer selber brachte sich um.” When first the world grew dark to me I call’d on […]

To E. M. S. Here, where your garden fenced about and still is, Here, where the unmoved summer air is […]

At Loschwitz above the city The air is sunny and chill; The birch-trees and the pine-trees Grow thick upon the […]