English Poetry. Amy Levy. The Dream. Эми Леви.

Amy Levy (Эми Леви)

The Dream

Believe me, this was true last night,
Tho’ it is false to-day.
-- A.M.F. Robinson.


A fair dream to my chamber flew:
Such a crowd of folk that stirred,
Jested, fluttered; only you,
You alone of all that band,
Calm and silent, spake no word.
Only once you neared my place,
And your hand one moment’s space
Sought the fingers of my hand;
Your eyes flashed to mine; I knew
All was well between us two.

* * * * *

On from dream to dream I past,
But the first sweet vision cast
Mystic radiance o’er the last.

* * * * *

When I woke the pale night lay
Still, expectant of the day;
All about the chamber hung
Tender shade of twilight gloom;
The fair dream hovered round me, clung
To my thought like faint perfume:--
Like sweet odours, such as cling
To the void flask, which erst encloses
Attar of rose; or the pale string
Of amber which has lain with roses.

Amy Levy’s other poems:

1. The Old Poet
2. To Vernon Lee
3. The Lost Friend
4. Ballade of an Omnibus
5. On the Wye in May

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

George Byron (Джордж Байрон) The Dream (“Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world”) Июль 1816

John Donne (Джон Донн) The Dream (“DEAR love, for nothing less than thee”)

Aphra Behn (Афра Бен) The Dream (“All trembling in my arms Aminta lay”)

Edna Millay (Эдна Миллей) The Dream (“LOVE, if I weep it will not matter”)

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