Amy Levy

(1861 - 10 September 1889 / London)

Amy Levy Poems

1. A Wall Flower 1/3/2003
2. To Clementina Black 1/3/2003
3. To E. 1/3/2003
4. In The Nower 1/3/2003
5. On The Threshold 1/3/2003
6. To Lallie (Outside The British Museum.) 1/1/2004
7. Philosophy 1/3/2003
8. The Piano-Organ 1/3/2003
9. The Old Poet 1/3/2003
10. The Sick Man And The Nightingale 1/3/2003
11. On The Wye In May 1/3/2003
12. In September 1/3/2003
13. Sonnet 1/3/2003
14. The End Of The Day 1/3/2003
15. The First Extra 1/3/2003
16. The Sequel To A Reminiscence 1/3/2003
17. Impotens 1/3/2003
18. Translated From Geibel 1/3/2003
19. Lohengrin 1/3/2003
20. In The Night 1/3/2003
21. The Promise Of Sleep 1/3/2003
22. June 1/3/2003
23. A Reminiscence 1/3/2003
24. Christopher Found 1/3/2003
25. Ralph To Mary 1/3/2003
26. Out Of Town 1/3/2003
27. To Death 1/3/2003
28. A Dirge 1/3/2003
29. The Old House 1/3/2003
30. Run To Death 1/3/2003
31. Twilight 1/3/2003
32. In The Mile End Road 1/3/2003
33. Oh, Is It Love? 1/3/2003
34. To Vernon Lee 1/3/2003
35. London Poets 1/3/2003
36. The Two Terrors 1/3/2003
37. The Last Judgment 1/3/2003
38. To Sylvia 1/3/2003
39. Epitaph. (On A Commonplace Person Who Died In Bed) 1/1/2004
40. Cambridge In The Long 1/3/2003

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A Prayer

Since that I may not have
Love on this side the grave,
Let me imagine Love.
Since not mine is the bliss
Of 'claspt hands and lips that kiss,'
Let me in dreams it prove.
What tho' as the years roll
No soul shall melt to my soul,
Let me conceive such thing;
Tho' never shall entwine
Loving arms around mine
Let dreams caresses bring.
To live--it is my doom--
Lonely as in a tomb,
This cross on me was laid;
My God, I know not why;
Here in the dark I lie,
Lonely, yet not afraid.
It has seemed good to Thee
Still to withhold the key
Which opes...

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A Game Of Lawn Tennis

What wonder that I should be dreaming
Out here in the garden to-day?
The light through the leaves is streaming,--
Paulina cries, "Play!"

The birds to each other are calling,
The freshly-cut grasses smell sweet;
To Teddy's dismay, comes falling
The ball at my feet.

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