Amy Levy (Эми Леви)

To Death

  (From Lenau)

If within my heart there's mould,
If the flame of Poesy
And the flame of Love grow cold,
Slay my body utterly.

Swiftly, pause not nor delay;
Let not my life's field be spread
With the ash of feelings dead,
Let thy singer soar away.

1. At a Dinner Party
2. The First Extra
3. Impotens
4. Oh, Is It Love?
5. To a Dead Poet

Caroline Southey (Каролина Саути) To Death ("Come not in terrors clad, to claim")

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