Amy Levy (Эми Леви)

Youth and Love

What does youth know of love?
Little enough, I trow!
He plucks the myrtle for his brow,
For his forehead the rose.
Nay, but of love
It is not youth who knows.

1. To a Dead Poet
2. A London Plane-Tree
3. In the Mile End Road
4. To Clementina Black
5. The Piano-Organ

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