Эми Леви (Amy Levy)

Straw in the Street

STRAW in the street where I pass to-day
Dulls the sound of the wheels and feet.
'Tis for a failing life, they lay
                Straw in the street.

Here, where the pulses of London beat,
Someone strives with the presence, grey;
Ah, is it victory or defeat?

The hurrying people go their way,
Pause and jostle and pass and greet;
For life, for death, are they treading, say,
                Straw in the street?