Amy Levy

(1861 - 10 September 1889 / London)

The Old House - Poem by Amy Levy

In through the porch and up the silent stair;
Little is changed, I know so well the ways;--
Here, the dead came to meet me; it was there
The dream was dreamed in unforgotten days.

But who is this that hurries on before,
A flitting shade the brooding shades among?--
She turned,--I saw her face,--O God, it wore
The face I used to wear when I was young!

I thought my spirit and my heart were tamed
To deadness; dead the pangs that agonise.
The old grief springs to choke me,--I am shamed
Before that little ghost with eager eyes.

O turn away, let her not see, not know!
How should she bear it, how should understand?
O hasten down the stairway, haste and go,
And leave her dreaming in the silent land.


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  • Leslie Sharp (8/17/2014 9:54:00 AM)


    To me it read as if a women walk back into her childhood home, life and that she might of been abused at one time. I am wondering how deep Amy Levy went into herself or maybe it was a friend, surely the pain clearly showed in the poem! I Love it (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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