Amy Levy

(1861 - 10 September 1889 / London)

Amy Levy Poems

41. To Sylvia 1/3/2003
42. Epitaph. (On A Commonplace Person Who Died In Bed) 1/1/2004
43. Between The Showers 1/3/2003
44. A Game Of Lawn Tennis 1/3/2003
45. A Cross-Road Epitaph 1/3/2003
46. The Lost Friend 1/3/2003
47. In A Minor Key 1/3/2003
48. Straw In The Street 1/3/2003
49. Alma Mater 1/3/2003
50. To A Dead Poet 1/3/2003
51. Borderland 1/3/2003
52. At A Dinner Party 1/3/2003
53. Ballade Of An Omnibus 1/3/2003
54. Felo De Se 1/3/2003
55. The Dream 1/3/2003
56. Captivity 1/3/2003
57. Contradictions 1/3/2003
58. The Village Garden 1/3/2003
59. Last Words 1/3/2003
60. A June-Tide Echo 1/3/2003
61. The Birch-Tree At Loschwitz 1/3/2003
62. In The Black Forest 1/3/2003
63. A Greek Girl 1/3/2003
64. A London Plane-Tree 1/3/2003
65. Xantippe 1/3/2003
66. A Minor Poet 1/3/2003
67. A Farewell 1/3/2003
68. Magdalen 1/3/2003
69. London In July 1/3/2003
70. Ballade Of A Special Edition 1/3/2003
71. A Prayer 1/3/2003
72. At Dawn 1/3/2003
73. A March Day In London 1/3/2003
74. New Love, New Life 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Amy Levy

New Love, New Life

I.

She, who so long has lain
Stone-stiff with folded wings,
Within my heart again
The brown bird wakes and sings.

Brown nightingale, whose strain
Is heard by day, by night,
She sings of joy and pain,
Of sorrow and delight.


II.

'Tis true,--in other days
Have I unbarred the door;
He knows the walks and ways--
Love has been here before.

Love blest and love accurst
Was here in days long past;
This time is not the first,
But this time is the last.

Read the full of New Love, New Life

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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