English Poetry. Amy Levy. Lohengrin. Эми Леви.

Amy Levy (Эми Леви)

Lohengrin

Back to the mystic shore beyond the main
The mystic craft has sped, and left no trace.
Ah, nevermore may she behold his face,
Nor touch his hand, nor hear his voice again!
With hidden front she crouches; all in vain
The proffered balm. A vessel nears the place;
They bring her young, lost brother; see her strain
The new-found nursling in a close embrace.

God, we have lost Thee with much questioning.
In vain we seek Thy trace by sea and land,
And in Thine empty fanes where no men sing.
What shall we do through all the weary days?
Thus wail we and lament. Our eyes we raise,
And, lo, our Brother with an outstretched hand!

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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