Amy Levy (Эми Леви)

At a Dinner Party

With fruit and flowers the board is deckt,
The wine and laughter flow;
I’ll not complain--could one expect
So dull a world to know?

You look across the fruit and flowers,
My glance your glances find.--
It is our secret, only ours,
Since all the world is blind.

1. To a Dead Poet
2. Borderland
3. To Clementina Black
4. Translated from Geibel
5. At Dawn

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