English Poetry. Amy Levy. In the Night. Эми Леви.

Amy Levy (Эми Леви)

In the Night

Cruel? I think there never was a cheating
More cruel, thro’ all the weary days than this!
This is no dream, my heart kept on repeating,
But sober certainty of waking bliss.

Dreams? O, I know their faces -- goodly seeming,
Vaporous, whirled on many-coloured wings;
I have had dreams before, this is no dreaming,
But daylight gladness that the daylight brings.

What ails my love; what ails her? She is paling;
Faint grows her face, and slowly seems to fade!
I cannot clasp her--stretch out unavailing
My arms across the silence and the shade.

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

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

Menella Smedley (Менелла Смедли) In the Night (“Across the moon the beech-tree weaves”)

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