Amy Levy

(1861 - 10 September 1889 / London)

The Lost Friend - Poem by Amy Levy

The people take the thing of course,
They marvel not to see
This strange, unnatural divorce
Betwixt delight and me.



I know the face of sorrow, and I know
Her voice with all its varied cadences;
Which way she turns and treads; how at her ease
Things fit her dreary largess to bestow.

Where sorrow long abides, some be that grow
To hold her dear, but I am not of these;
Joy is my friend, not sorrow; by strange seas,
In some far land we wandered, long ago.

O faith, long tried, that knows no faltering!
O vanished treasure of her hands and face!--
Beloved--to whose memory I cling,
Unmoved within my heart she holds her place.

And never shall I hail that other "friend,"
Who yet shall dog my footsteps to the end.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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