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Amy Levy (Эми Леви)


On the Threshold


O God, my dream! I dreamed that you were dead;
Your mother hung above the couch and wept
Whereon you lay all white, and garlanded
With blooms of waxen whiteness. I had crept
Up to your chamber-door, which stood ajar,
And in the doorway watched you from afar,
Nor dared advance to kiss your lips and brow.
I had no part nor lot in you, as now;
Death had not broken between us the old bar;
Nor torn from out my heart the old, cold sense
Of your misprision and my impotence.



Amy Levy's other poems:
  1. A Greek Girl
  2. The End of the Day
  3. In a Minor Key
  4. Translated from Geibel
  5. The Old Poet


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