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Amy Levy (Эми Леви)


The Piano-Organ


My student-lamp is lighted,
The books and papers are spread;
A sound comes floating upwards,
Chasing the thoughts from my head.

I open the garret window,
Let the music in and the moon;
See the woman grin for coppers,
While the man grinds out the tune.

Grind me a dirge or a requiem,
Or a funeral-march sad and slow,
But not, O not, that waltz tune
I heard so long ago.

I stand upright by the window,
The moonlight streams in wan:--
O God! with its changeless rise and fall
The tune twirls on and on.



Amy Levy's other poems:
  1. On the Wye in May
  2. To Vernon Lee
  3. A Greek Girl
  4. The Old Poet
  5. The Sick Man and the Nightingale


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