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Amy Levy (Эми Леви)


Last Words


Dead! all’s done with!
-- R. Browning.


These blossoms that I bring,
This song that here I sing,
These tears that now I shed,
I give unto the dead.

There is no more to be done,
Nothing beneath the sun,
All the long ages through,
Nothing--by me for you.

The tale is told to the end;
This, ev’n, I may not know--
If we were friend and friend,
If we were foe and foe.

All’s done with utterly,
All’s done with. Death to me
Was ever Death indeed;
To me no kindly creed

Consolatory was given.
You were of earth, not Heaven. . .
This dreary day, things seem
Vain shadows in a dream,

Or some strange, pictured show;
And mine own tears that flow,
My hidden tears that fall,
The vainest of them all.



Amy Levy's other poems:
  1. Borderland
  2. In the Nower
  3. To Vernon Lee
  4. A June-Tide Echo
  5. To Death


Poems of another poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • Allan Cunningham (Аллен Каннингем) Last Words ("Gane were but the winter cauld")

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