Poem by Amy Levy

Twilight

So Mary died last night! To-day
The news has travelled here.
And Robert died at Michaelmas,
And Walter died last year.

I went at sunset up the lane,
I lingered by the stile;
I saw the dusky fields that stretched
Before me many a mile.

I leaned against the stile, and thought
Of her whose soul had fled--
I knew that years on years must pass
Or e’er I should be dead.

1. Christopher Found
2. To Vernon Lee
3. The First Extra
4. Translated from Geibel
5. Felo de Se

Louisa Bevington Twilight ("GREY the sky, and growing dimmer")

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