English Poetry. Amy Levy. In the Black Forest. Эми Леви.

Amy Levy (Эми Леви)

In the Black Forest

I lay beneath the pine trees,
And looked aloft, where, through
The dusky, clustered tree-tops,
Gleamed rent, gay rifts of blue.

I shut my eyes, and a fancy
Fluttered my sense around:
”I lie here dead and buried,
And this is churchyard ground.

”I am at rest for ever;
Ended the stress and strife.”
Straight I fell to and sorrowed
For the pitiful past life.

Right wronged, and knowledge wasted;
Wise labour spurned for ease;
The sloth and the sin and the failure;
Did I grow sad for these?

They had made me sad so often;
Not now they made me sad;
My heart was full of sorrow
For joy it never had.

Amy Levy’s other poems:

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

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