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Poem by Amy Levy

To a Dead Poet

I knew not if to laugh or weep;
They sat and talked of you--
Twas here he sat; twas this he said!
Twas that he used to do. 

Here is the book wherein he read,
The room wherein he dwelt;
And he (they said) was such a man,
Such things he thought and felt.

I sat and sat, I did not stir;
They talked and talked away.
I was as mute as any stone,
I had no word to say.

They talked and talked; like to a stone
My heart grew in my breast--
I, who had never seen your face
Perhaps I knew you best.

Amy Levy

Amy Levy's other poems:
  1. On the Wye in May
  2. On the Threshold
  3. The Two Terrors
  4. The Old Poet
  5. To E.

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