Amy Levy

(1861 - 10 September 1889 / London)

London Poets - Poem by Amy Levy

They trod the streets and squares where now I tread,
With weary hearts, a little while ago;
When, thin and grey, the melancholy snow
Clung to the leafless branches overhead;
Or when the smoke-veiled sky grew stormy-red
In autumn; with a re-arisen woe
Wrestled, what time the passionate spring winds blow;
And paced scorched stones in summer:- they are dead.

The sorrow of their souls to them did seem
As real as mine to me, as permanent.
To-day, it is the shadow of a dream,
The half-forgotten breath of breezes spent.
So shall another soothe his woe supreme-
'No more he comes, who this way came and went.'


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 29, 2015


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