Amy Levy

(1861 - 10 September 1889 / London)

To Death

Poem by Amy Levy

(From Lenau.)

If within my heart there's mould,
If the flame of Poesy
And the flame of Love grow cold,
Slay my body utterly.

Swiftly, pause not nor delay;
Let not my life's field be spread
With the ash of feelings dead,
Let thy singer soar away.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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