Amy Levy (Эми Леви)

The First Extra

A Waltz Song.

O sway, and swing, and sway,
And swing, and sway, and swing!
Ah me, what bliss like unto this,
Can days and daylight bring?

A rose beneath your feet
Has fallen from my head;
Its odour rises sweet,
All crushed it lies, and dead.

O Love is like a rose,
Fair-hued, of fragrant breath;
A tender flow’r that lives an hour,
And is most sweet in death.

O swing, and sway, and swing,
And rise, and sink, and fall!
There is no bliss like unto this,
This is the best of all.

1. Christopher Found
2. A June-Tide Echo
3. Ralph to Mary
4. To Vernon Lee
5. In the Black Forest

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