Amy Levy Poems
- London In July What ails my senses thus to cheat? What is it...
- At Dawn In the night I dreamed of you; All the place was ...
- Ballade Of A Special Edition He comes; I hear him up the ...
- Xantippe (A Fragment)>/i> What, have I waked again? I...
- New Love, New Life I. She, who so long has ...
- The Dream Believe me, this was true last night, Tho' it is ...
- Magdalen All things I can endure, save one. The bare, blank...
Amy Levy was born in London, England in 1861. She was the 2nd of 7 children into a somewhat wealthy Anglo-Jewish family. The children of the family read and participated in secular literary activities and the family frequently took part in home theatricals -- they firmly integrated into Victorian life.
She was educated at Brighton High School, Brighton, and studied at Newnham College, Cambridge; she was the first Jewish student at Newnham, when she arrived in 1879, but left after four terms.
Her circle of friends included Clementina Black, Dollie Radford, Eleanor Marx (daughter of Karl Marx), and Olive Schreiner. Levy wrote stories, essays, and poems for periodicals, ... more »
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London In July
What ails my senses thus to cheat?
What is it ails the place,
That all the people in the street
Should wear one woman's face?
The London trees are dusty-brown
Beneath the summer sky;
My love, she dwells in London town,
Nor leaves it in July.
O various and intricate maze,
Wide waste of square and street;
Where, missing through unnumbered days,
We twain at last may meet!
And who cries out on crowd and mart?
Who prates of stream and sea?
The summer in the city's heart--
That is enough for me.