Amy Levy (Эми Леви)

In the Mile End Road


How like her! But ’tis she herself, 
Comes up the crowded street,
How little did I think, the morn,
My only love to meet!

Whose else that motion and that mien?
Whose else that airy tread?
For one strange moment I forgot
My only love was dead.

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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