English Poetry. Amy Levy. Last Words. Эми Леви.

Amy Levy (Эми Леви)

Last Words

Dead! all’s done with!
-- R. Browning.


These blossoms that I bring,
This song that here I sing,
These tears that now I shed,
I give unto the dead.

There is no more to be done,
Nothing beneath the sun,
All the long ages through,
Nothing--by me for you.

The tale is told to the end;
This, ev’n, I may not know--
If we were friend and friend,
If we were foe and foe.

All’s done with utterly,
All’s done with. Death to me
Was ever Death indeed;
To me no kindly creed

Consolatory was given.
You were of earth, not Heaven. . .
This dreary day, things seem
Vain shadows in a dream,

Or some strange, pictured show;
And mine own tears that flow,
My hidden tears that fall,
The vainest of them all.

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):

Allan Cunningham (Аллен Каннингем) Last Words (“Gane were but the winter cauld”)

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