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To Clementina Black

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;
Our creeds upon the rock are rent in twain;
Something it is, if at the last remain
One floating spar cast up by hungry seas.

The secret of our being, who can tell?
To praise the gods and Fate is not my part;
Evil I see, and pain ; within my heart
There is no voice that whispers: “All is well.”

Yet fair are days in summer; and more fair
The growths of human goodness here and there.



Poem To Clementina Black - Amy Levy