Author: Amy Levy

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

Put the sweet thoughts from out thy mind, The dreams from out thy breast; No joy for thee but thou […]

Two terrors fright my soul by night and day: The first is Life, and with her come the years; A […]

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

The east wind blows in the street to-day; The sky is blue, yet the town looks grey. ‘Tis the wind […]

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

With fruit and flowers the board is deckt, The wine and laughter flow; I’ll not complain could one expect So […]

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

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

On Bellosguardo, when the year was young, We wandered, seeking for the daffodil And dark anemone, whose purples fill The […]

Last June I saw your face three times; Three times I touched your hand; Now, as before, May month is […]

I. At last; so this is you, my dear! How should I guess to find you here? So long, so […]

With Apologies to Mr. Swinburne. For repose I have sighed and have struggled ; have sigh’d and have struggled in […]

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

More blest than was of old Diogenes, I have not held my lantern up in vain. Not mine, at least, […]

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

Not in the street and not in the square, The street and square where you went and came; With shuttered […]

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

Love, you have led me to the strand, Here, where the stilly, sunset sea, Ever receding silently, Lays bare a […]

What does youth know of love? Little enough, I trow! He plucks the myrtle for his brow, For his forehead […]

I may not weep, not weep, and he is dead. A weary, weary weight of tears unshed Through the long […]

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 […]