Amy Levy
A Minor Poet and Other Verse
(1891)
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A Minor Poet and other Verse
by Amy Levy
Second Editionp.
T. Fisher Unwin
London
MDCCCXCI Second Edition
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This volume is a reprint of that issued in 1884, with the addition of a sonnet
and a translation, from a volume published in Cambridge in 1881, and now out of
print.
Contents.
To a Dead Poet
A Minor Poet
Xantippe
Medea
Sinfonia Eroica
To Sylvia
A Greek Girl
Magdalen
Christopher Found
A Dirge
The Sick Man and the Nightingale
To Death
A June-Tide Echo
To Lallie
In a Minor Key
A Farewell
A Cross-Road Epitaph
Epitaph
Sonnet
Translated from Geibel
To a Dead Poet.
I KNEW not if to laugh or weep ;
They sat and talked of you-"'Twas here he sat; 'twas this he said !
'Twas that he used to do.
"Here is the book wherein he read,
The room wherein he dwelt ;
And he" (they said) "was such a man,
Such things he thought and felt."
I sat and sat, I did not stir ;
They talked and talked away.
I was as mute as any stone,
I had no word to say.
They talked and talked ; like to a stone
My heart grew in my breast-I, who had never seen your face
Perhaps I knew you best.
A Minor Poet.
"What should such fellows as I do,
Crawling between earth and heaven?"
Here is the phial ; here I turn the key
Sharp in the lock. Click !--there's no doubt it turned.
This is the third time ; there is luck in threes-Queen Luck, that rules the world, befriend me now
And freely I'll forgive you many wrongs !
Just as the draught began to work, first time,
Tom Leigh, my friend (as friends go in the ...
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