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. On the Threshold
2. Ralph to Mary
3. The Piano-Organ
4. A Prayer
5. To Death

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

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