English Poetry. Amy Levy. The Two Terrors. Эми Леви.

Amy Levy (Эми Леви)

The Two Terrors

Two terrors fright my soul by night and day:
The first is Life, and with her come the years;
A weary, winding train of maidens they,
With forward-fronting eyes, too sad for tears;
Upon whose kindred faces, blank and grey,
The shadow of a kindred woe appears.
Death is the second terror; who shall say
What form beneath the shrouding mantle nears?

Which way she turn, my soul finds no relief,
My smitten soul may not be comforted;
Alternately she swings from grief to grief,
And, poised between them, sways from dread to dread.
For there she dreads because she knows; and here,
Because she knows not, only faints with fear.

Amy Levy’s other poems:

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

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