Amy Levy

(1861 - 10 September 1889 / London)

New Love, New Life

Poem by Amy Levy

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.


Comments about New Love, New Life by Amy Levy

  • alan brown (4/6/2018 5:54:00 PM)

    Enjoyed your poem
    Amy thank you Alan(Report)Reply

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  • dr. Antony theodore (4/2/2018 5:28:00 PM)

    Love blest and love accurst
    Was here in days long past;
    This time is not the first,
    But this time is the last. a fine touching and moving poem.. sadness.. powerful. tony(Report)Reply

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  • Sylvia Frances ChanSylvia Frances Chan (5/2/2017 2:32:00 AM)

    Tender, sweet and touching poem, with melancholy and yet a strong personality. Thank you for sharing this impressive poetry, powerfully rendered.(Report)Reply

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  • Tapan M. SarenTapan M. Saren (4/21/2017 9:12:00 AM)

    Beautiful poem............(Report)Reply

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  • Subhojit Kar (10/3/2016 4:06:00 PM)

    Deep feelings expressed in a lyrical rhyme scheme and sincere tone. I would be very thankful if you kindly rate and review one of my poems(Report)Reply

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  • Amar AgarwalaAmar Agarwala (9/7/2016 7:32:00 PM)

    A tale of love, so simply penned in lovely verses.(Report)Reply

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  • Mizzy ........Mizzy ........ (9/7/2016 2:13:00 PM)

    Excellent love write.....Enjoyed reading!(Report)Reply

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  • Seamus O BrianSeamus O Brian (9/7/2016 10:04:00 AM)

    ...but this time is the last
    How one line can throw a slightly different shade of emotion on all the lines before. Very good(Report)Reply

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  • Naida Nepascua SupnetNaida Nepascua Supnet (9/7/2016 9:20:00 AM)

    sigh..
    the last lines though
    love it.(Report)Reply

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  • Aremo Abiodun BestAremo Abiodun Best (9/7/2016 9:16:00 AM)

    wow, it got me all emotional(Report)Reply

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  • Ratnakar Mandlik (9/7/2016 7:19:00 AM)

    Brown nightingale, whose strain
    Is heard by day, by night'
    She sings of joy and pain,
    Of sorrow and delight
    Captivating write. Thanks for sharing it here.(Report)Reply

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  • Pranab K ChakrabortyPranab K Chakraborty (9/7/2016 2:03:00 AM)

    Beautiful last two lines soft but penetrating intensely through!(Report)Reply

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  • Edward Kofi LouisEdward Kofi Louis (9/7/2016 1:52:00 AM)

    This time is not the first. Thanks for sharing.(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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