English Poetry. Amy Levy. On the Wye in May. Эми Леви.

Amy Levy (Эми Леви)

On the Wye in May

Now is the perfect moment of the year.
Half naked branches, half a mist of green,
Vivid and delicate the slopes appear;
The cool, soft air is neither fierce nor keen,

And in the temperate sun we feel no fear;
Of all the hours which shall be and have been,
It is the briefest as it is most dear,
It is the dearest as the shortest seen.

O it was best, belov`ed, at the first.--
Our hands met gently, and our meeting sight
Was steady; on our senses scarce had burst
The faint, fresh fragrance of the new delight. . .

I seek that clime, unknown, without a name,
Where first and best and last shall be the same.

Amy Levy’s other poems:

1. The Old Poet
2. To Vernon Lee
3. The Lost Friend
4. Ballade of an Omnibus
5. The Sick Man and the Nightingale

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