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Poem by Amy Levy

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Dead! alls 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, evn, I may not know--
If we were friend and friend,
If we were foe and foe.

Alls done with utterly,
Alls 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

Amy Levy's other poems:
  1. To E.
  2. The End of the Day
  3. To Death
  4. At a Dinner Party
  5. Ballade of a Special Edition

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