Amy Levy Poems

The east wind blows in the street to-day;
The sky is blue, yet the town looks grey.
'Tis the wind of ice, the wind of fire,
Of cold despair and of hot desire,
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I.

She, who so long has lain
Stone-stiff with folded wings,
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(AN ECHO FROM A LARGER LYRE.)


That was love that I had before
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Since that I may not have
Love on this side the grave,
Let me imagine Love.
Since not mine is the bliss
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In the night I dreamed of you;
All the place was filled
With your presence; in my heart
The strife was stilled.
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He comes; I hear him up the street--
Bird of ill omen, flapping wide
The pinion of a printed sheet,
His hoarse note scares the eventide.
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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?
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All things I can endure, save one.
The bare, blank room where is no sun;
The parcelled hours; the pallet hard;
The dreary faces here within;
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(After Heine.)


The sad rain falls from Heaven,
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At Loschwitz above the city
The air is sunny and chill;
The birch-trees and the pine-trees
Grow thick upon the hill.
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