Poem by Amy Levy

At a Dinner Party

With fruit and flowers the board is deckt,
The wine and laughter flow;
I’ll not complain--could one expect
So dull a world to know?

You look across the fruit and flowers,
My glance your glances find.--
It is our secret, only ours,
Since all the world is blind.

1. The Sick Man and the Nightingale
2. The First Extra
3. Translated from Geibel
4. A London Plane-Tree
5. In the Mile End Road

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