Poems by Amy Levy
June
... There shall be sunlight, scent of rose ...
Last Words
... Vain shadows in a dream,Or some strange, pictured show ...
Lohengrin
... Nor touch his hand, nor hear his voice again! ...
London in July
... We twain at last may meet!And who cries out on crowd and mart ...
London Poets
... (In Memoriam.) They trod the streets and squares where now I tread, ...
Magdalen
... a thorn Struck through the flesh and made it bleed ...
New Love, New Life
... Brown nightingale, whose strain ...
Oh, Is It Love?
... The passion at my heart-strings strains ...
On the Threshold
... I had crept Up to your chamber-door, which stood ajar, ...
On the Wye in May
... The cool, soft air is neither fierce nor keen,And in the temperate sun we feel no fear ...
Out of Town
... Out of town.Spotless lay the snow on field and down, ...
Philosophy
... What pleasant times we've had together!We were not Phyllis, simple-sweet, ...
Ralph to Mary
... Which shrugg'd its shoulders, pass'd and smil'd ...
Run to Death
... y speed avail thee now!* * * * * * *Still she flees, and ever fiercer tear the hungry hounds behind, ...
Sinfonia Eroica
... And I knew Not which was sound, and which, O Love, was you ...
