English Poetry. Amy Levy. A Dirge. Эми Леви.

Amy Levy (Эми Леви)

A Dirge

”Mein Herz, mein Herz ist traurig
Doch lustig leuchtet der Mai”


There’s May amid the meadows,
There’s May amid the trees;
Her May-time note the cuckoo
Sends forth upon the breeze.

Above the rippling river
May swallows skim and dart;
November and December
Keep watch within my heart.

The spring breathes in the breezes,
The woods with wood-notes ring,
And all the budding hedgerows
Are fragrant of the spring.

In secret, silent places
The live green things upstart;
Ice-bound, ice-crown’d dwells winter
For ever in my heart.

Upon the bridge I linger,
Near where the lime-trees grow;
Above, swart birds are circling,
Beneath, the stream runs slow.

A stripling and a maiden
Come wand’ring up the way;
His eyes are glad with springtime,
Her face is fair with May.

Of warmth the sun and sweetness
All nature takes a part;
The ice of all the ages
Weighs down upon my heart.

Amy Levy’s other poems:

1. The Old Poet
2. Ballade of an Omnibus
3. To Vernon Lee
4. On the Wye in May
5. The Lost Friend

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

Alfred Tennyson (Альфред Теннисон) A Dirge (“Now is done thy long day’s work”)

Percy Shelley (Перси Шелли) A Dirge (“Rough wind, that moanest loud”)

Madison Cawein (Мэдисон Кавейн) A Dirge (“Life has fled; she is dead”)

Menella Smedley (Менелла Смедли) A Dirge (“Let her rest!”)

Ella Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) A Dirge (“Death and a dirge at midnight;”)

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