Amy Levy (Эми Леви)

Youth and Love

What does youth know of love?
Little enough, I trow!
He plucks the myrtle for his brow,
For his forehead the rose.
Nay, but of love
It is not youth who knows.

1. The Last Judgment
2. Translated from Geibel
3. On the Threshold
4. A London Plane-Tree
5. Cambridge in the Long

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