Author: Amy Levy

Where drowsy sound of college-chimes Across the air is blown, And drowsy fragrance of the limes, I lie and dream […]

Since that I may not have Love on this side the grave, Let me imagine Love. Since not mine is […]

To B. T. Dead-tired, dog-tired, as the vivid day Fails and slackens and fades away. The sky that was so […]

A Waltz Song. O sway, and swing, and sway, And swing, and sway, and swing! Ah me, what bliss like […]

O say, thou wild, thou oft deceived heart, What mean these noisy throbbings in my breast? After thy long, unutterable […]

(AN ECHO FROM A LARGER LYRE.) That was love that I had before Years ago, when my heart was young; […]

To J. De P. Deep in the grass outstretched I lie, Motionless on the hill; Above me is a cloudless […]

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

“To see my love suffices me.” Ballades in Blue China. Some men to carriages aspire; On some the costly hansoms […]

O God, my dream! I dreamed that you were dead; Your mother hung above the couch and wept Whereon you […]

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

The lion remembers the forest, The lion in chains; To the bird that is captive a vision Of woodland remains. […]

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

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 […]